"oh so he can't talk then?" Umm no I said "he's a late developer"
Patronising granny type person gazed at my bewildered face, when she tried to get little lion to talk to her or give her some attention. I think these people need to calm down and stop getting in his face! He gave her no attention because a more interesting thing was happening, a tractor was slowly moving past him filled with hay and the wee man's face lit up and illuminated even her dark mood that she tried to force on us.
She ended up storming off in huff! " Good riddance" I said to little lion quietly, it's not going to be easy for us. In fact one of my own family members told me this
"that boy is going to put you in your grave"
The coldness of the statement made me shiver, "he may well do " I said but just look at him he's perfect his dark floppy hair over his dark dark eyes looking up at me smiling, his little hand in mine, and I thought about it for the longest time after, and thought well it will be a death worth having for him.