If you read yesterday’s post, you know that Bobby rocks. Well it gets even better. Today when we went to Grace’s school for her Halloween Party/Open House, Grace leaned over and whispered to me “Bobby got me a glow stick”, in a tone of voice that suggested that I had failed as a mother to protect her, but Bobby had come through – again.
Later, as I was telling the therapist about the glow stick, Tom volunteered that Bobby gave her a bag of candy too. When I saw the glow stick I was really impressed. It could guide jets to a safe landing. Bobby is worried about her safety even after hours. Of course if anything happened to her, his cushy two hour a day assignment might morph into a pack of unruly waifs who truly need an aide or two. The cynic in me says that he is protecting his sanity by keeping her safe. But really I think he is just a super nice guy. I’ve said it before, he rocks.
