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.”