The other night JJ and I went to my sister’s birthday barbeque. Unfortunately I’ve reached the stage now with him that I go to social occasions with trepidation about how his behaviour might turn out.
I need not have worried. He was very well behaved. He chatted to the woman in the wheelchair who has muscular dystrophy and has very limited movement. He started asking me why she was in the chair and as I didn’t know that much about her and as she was sitting quite close to us and could hear everything he was saying, I said to him that he should ask her. She invited him to do so, so he moved closer and gave her the third degree.
He even fed her some corn chips as she is unable to feed herself. I puffed up a bit as the proud parent because it’s not that often lately that I’ve seen his compassionate side.
He also endeared himself to a couple of other adults who thought he was absolutely lovely and want to have him round to their respective houses. This is after my sister babysat him on Friday night and he was constantly rude to her.
Ah, what a paradox he is.