ten.

It was a hot Tuesday and Trixie Jean wasn't workin til late, so she decided to take the babies to the park. It was the third time that Trixie Jean had the late shift, she didn't mind so much but it was a little tiring. At the park there were children everywhere. Trixie Jean held Sweet Pea while Baby Boy lied in his stroller. Some little boy was sitting on the playground with his Legos, seven of them. He looked strange, like he was something different. Trixie Jean couldn't take her eyes off him. What was he thinking about?  Trixie Jean realized he was autistic. A dog got loose and ran over near him and scooped up a Lego, and God be damned if she ain't never heard a little boy scream so loud. She watched as his mother tried to soothe him. Trixie Jean's own babies were getting fussy from all the commotion. The mom scooped up her kid and held him tight. How hard it would be to have a little one like that. How difficult to not understand what your kid is thinking, how he sees things. The mom walked by and whispered to Trixie Jean, "I'm so sorry, he has a thing about sevens". Trixie Jean nodded with the understanding of motherhood, and looked down at her own babies thanking God they were healthy. Trixie Jean put the babies in her stroller and left the park. She kept thinking about that little boy and his sevens. Why seven? More importantly, why is this bothering me so much? Trixie Jean giggled to herself, My god I need some sleep.