I just don’t know what to say

I watched Malcolm walk up to a man reading to his daughter in the play area at Vios tonight, looking over his shoulder to see the book too. The man turned to Malcolm like, “hey there little guy…” As soon as he did so, Malcolm sprayed a big juicy sneeze into his face then turned and walked away. The guy, of course, laughed it off with another parent who saw it, wiped his face with his sleeve (a lot), and continued reading.

It’s just one of those things where you have no say, no control, no lesson to teach or learn, and the everlasting burden of having watched it happen.