For the first time since before arriving at Joey’s I was made to wear pants. Whoa, talk about a really weird feeling after so many days of pantslessness. It was like back in Chula-Vista when I’d have to put on long pants because we were going somewhere that was too nice for board shorts. My legs instantly felt imprisoned in the fabric and my knees begged to be freed.
“Do you want mommy to put your shoes and socks on for you or do you want to do it?” Mom asked of me.
“Mommy?” I thought and got hung up on her tone which was like people do when they are talking to an infant.
I was quiet too long because before I knew it she was helping me back up onto the changing table and pulling clean socks onto my feet followed by my shoes.
