We met my parents at the Waffle House before heading back to Del Rio this past Saturday. We had to wait several minutes to be seated because it was so busy. While waiting, Connor climbed up to the bar and started chatting with the not so nice looking guy next to him. To my surprise, the guy was very tolerant of Connor and actually appeared to enjoy his company. For a minute, I thought he might even pay for Connor to have a bite to eat or at least offer him his leftovers.
After our trip to the Waffle House, Jimmy and I feel that Connor has what he needs to survive should anything ever happen to us. During a previous trip to the same restaurant, Connor left our table to join a family at another table. It was a grandmother with her two grandchildren. She was celebrating her grandson's 6th birthday. They all seemed very excited to have Connor join them and hated to see them go. I think Connor hated the departure more.
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