We went to a park last night...all four of us. Two other 4-year-old children at the park immediately became interested in Eli. They squated in front of him staring. Eli said "I am four and this is my mom (waving to me). My name is Eli." Eli was the only polite one of the bunch. They just watched him.
One asked me, "Where are his feet?" I said, "We left them at home." I heard one comment to another later, "He has three fingers and one thumb." A bit later, one said "He looks like a monster with those feet." My sweet Eli said to no one in particular, "I'm not a monster." David corrected the kid telling him that was unkind to say and he should never say that about another person.
I knew Eli's spirit was untouched by the incident.
I was mad at the kid, but heart broken that Eli heard the declaration. Sophia missed the exchange, but later caught on that some kids were treating her brother unkindly. She is very protective. Love her.
Today, Eli doesn't know he's any different from anyone else. I'm basking in that.
Love you all,