They had barely entered the room when a man rushed up before them, blocking their way. He was a big man, at least six feet tall with buzz-cut blonde hair, a square jaw and thick neck. He was built like a marine. But the way he walked was off, his gait a bit uncoordinated and halting. He was wearing a green cartoon print t-shirt which just reached his belly-button and pair of bright blue pull-ups. He had no shorts to cover them up and he eagerly hopped up and down making the whole room shake as he exclaimed, “Lookie! Maked all gone!” as he raised his arms and showed his empty palms to the carer.
“Yes Timmy, I see you ate all your crackers. Good boy!”
The well-built man beamed and then began to wriggle and squeal as she reached in and tickled his exposed tummy with her free hand.