Poor Gabe. We try not to have too much fun at his expense. It's just sometimes he makes it so easy.
Gabe had a baggie full of jelly beans that he was carrying around with him and picking at. He had laid that bag of beans on the living room floor near where he had been playing. Fred sat down on the floor right in front of the bag of jelly beans.
"Move," Gabe began to shout at Fred.
"No" Fred said. "I'm working on a project here." (He had his computer).
"Move!" Gabe shouted again. "You're sitting on my pajama beans!"
So hard not to laugh right out loud.
This is the story of a boy who was born with problems and ultimately removed from his birth parents and placed in foster care. He was adopted by a couple that both had health issues. By the time that Gabe was 11yrs. both had died. This blog is written from the perspective of Gabe's 4th 'mother' who has known him since he was 2 years old.