We went for flu boosters today. Beatrice has become very friendly. She was practically jumping out of the pouch to socialize with the patients.
The lady next to me asked if I would let her sit with her son. “Sure,” I said with hesitation. I wish I were not so reserved. The dubiety was unwarranted because Beatrice loved every minute of it. She talked to him, reached for his ears, waved her arms and legs, and a laughed and smiled. Three of the women behind the desk came to the window to check out the commotion. It was hilarious!
Here, look for yourself:
The poor boy was overwhelmed. He did not let out a peep. He barely flinched. I think she took him by surprise.
Oh, did I mention he had red hair?