Holding my hand she walked me back out to where the little boy was. Without letting go of my hand, she got the little boy to follow and we went into the backyard. We spent the rest of the morning playing in the backyard. I spent a lot of time just sitting on the backyard swing, slowly pushing it back and forth with my feet.
Lunch, like breakfast, included a bib and sippy cup, and the little boy had neither of these. The other odd element was that my food was cut up into small pieces, and the little boys weren’t. I ate the food this time, so I didn’t have to be fed. At the end of the meal, the little boy just wiped his face with a napkin, where I had my face and hands cleaned with a damp washcloth by the lady.