I got Kevin changed and then figured I should take care of myself. I helped Kevin sit up on the changing station and said, “I’ll just be a minute. Don’t fall of that thing” and walked into the stall.

As I closed the door, Kevin said, “You could always wear one of my Pampers.”

“Not likely.” I replied.

I finished up, got Kevin into the wheelchair, and we headed outside. Our talkative friend said to Kevin, “I’ll bet you feel much better now” and winked at me as she took her two kids into the bathroom.

“Let’s get away from her. She makes me feel awkward.” Kevin said.

“Yeah, me too. Want to get a snack?”

“Okay.”

“What do you feel like?”

Kevin craned his neck to see what was around. “I can’t see what they’ve got from down here.”

“Oh, sorry. I told him that there was a burger place, a fried chicken place, Starbucks, and frozen yogurt.”

“Hmm, I think I’d better go with frozen yogurt. I don’t remember the other places being on my list of places with gluten free options.”

“It’s hot, I think frozen yogurt sounds great.”

So I wheeled Kevin over to the stand and asked him what flavor he wanted.

“Chocolate, please.”

“Cup or cone?”

“Are the cones gluten-free?”

I asked the girl behind the counter. She said, “I don’t know if they are or not, I wouldn’t take the chance.”

“Did you get that?” I asked Kevin.

“Large cup, then, please,” came his reply, “with marshmallows and sprinkles.”

“I’ll have a small cup of strawberry, please.” I added.

The server quickly filled our orders, I paid and tried to figure out how to carry the two cups and push Kevin.

“Why don’t you push the little guy over there,” the server said indicating a recently vacated table, “and I’ll bring it over for you.”

“Thanks that would be great.”

“No problem.”

I pushed Kevin over and asked him if he wanted to get out of the chair. He did, so I helped him into a chair.

The server, a girl whose name tag read “Meghan” came over a put our frozen yogurt down and said, “Okay if I sit with you for a bit? I’m on break now and…well I love little kids.”

I glanced at Kevin and he shrugged to say it was okay, (she was pretty and I think I was getting to know what Kevin’s type was) so I smiled at her and said sure.

I pushed Kevin’s cup over to him and he picked up the spoon and tried feeding himself, but being able to use only one hand, the cup was sliding across the table.

“Here, let me help,” Meghan said.

“Okay,” Kevin replied.

I think Kevin was expecting her to hold the cup for him as he ate, that’s what I was expecting. But instead, she picked up the spoon and began feeding Kevin the yogurt.

“So,” she said, “I’m Meghan. What’s your name?”

“I’m Kevin.”

“Open up. How old are you, Kevin?” she said as she brought a spoon full of yogurt to Kevin’s mouth.

“Guess.” he said before the spoon went in.

She smiled, “You like games, huh?…Hmm…I’m not so sure…”she said as she tapped the spoon on the cup…, “Ready for more?”

Kevin opened wide. I think he was enjoying this.

“I’m going to guess…that you’re about…twenty.”

Kevin laughed and shook his head.

“What, too low? Oh, I know too high…let’s go with ten then…no, no, still to high. I bet you’re just about 8.”