Cafe Culture

It is the simple things that make Joshua happy at a weekend and yesterday, we made him happy. First of all we all three went to Tesco and he behaved really well : he pushed the trolley most the way around and he did not try to run away at all. he sat beautifully while I unloaded the trolley on to the conveyor and then almost until I had finished packing my bags. He waved goodbye to the young female sales assistant, but she missed it so I asked him to wave again when she was looking, and instead he gave her a shy, sideways glance that melted my heart, but she missed it.

He had definitely earned himself a treat so we went from there to a local cafe for an early lunch and we sat down in a booth. He was very excited to be there, grinning at all the other customers. He perched on the edge of the booth,  so I had to ask him to ‘hooph up’ to make room for me – it is a game we play and he knows what to do, although he giggles as he shuffles up just a centimetre or two at a time. On a slidey, plastic bench it is easy to shuffle him along with my hip, but this was a thick cushion and so I could not slide him, he had to make room for me. I ordered our brunch and he watched the waitresses buzzing back and forth, until our drinks arrived. He took a sip of his juice but thought he was hilarious to steal my malted milk biscuit from my saucer and to pop it into his mouth whole, indicating that he was felling both cheeky and hungry.

Before too long, our meals arrived and we all tucked in. I tore Joshua’s cheese and ham toastie up into smaller pieces so that he could help himself, and he tucked into the tortilla chips while his french fries cooled enough to eat. I like him to eat finger food as he can choose what he wants to eat himself  and pop it in when he is ready, rather than being reliant on me to help and leaving me free to enjoy my meal. He ate most of his lunch, grinning away throughout the meal so I know this felt like a real treat for him. After that excitement, we headed home  again to enjoy a quiet afternoon at home. Once he kicks off his boots and splints, that suggests that Joshua is in for the rest of the day. There was an old song,by Paul Young when I was young “Wherever I lay my hat, that’s my home”  , but in Joshua’s case it is ‘Wherever he lays his boots and splints’! He enjoyed his short trip out, but he is always delighted to come back home.

 

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