All three of us were greeted by the park owner, Mr. Dale. I briefly shook hands with him as the group was formally introduced.

“Hello there, my name is Mr. Dale, how are you sweet heart?” He said childishly to Lea.

She gave a timid smile to the much older man in front of her.

“How old is she anyway, Marshall?” Dale asked turning to me.

I became at a loss for words right then and there. Not sure whether he had been aware of Lea’s diapers or not, I decided to answer truthfully:

“Oh she’s Four.”

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