“I didn’t know you didn’t know where your kids was. I will be honest, my own mama wouldn’t want me hanging out with me, if you know what I am ...saying,” he added.“Where is Van and Brock?” I noticed they weren’t in the room. That was until Barbara Jean pointed down to her feet where Brock was sucking on her toes on all fours. Van was doing the same as she fed him little pieces of pancake which he ate like they were the most satisfying and delicious morsels he ever had.“I should have known you’d be. Whatever would make a person think they had to limit their affection, caring, and stimulation to one person? Even the ancients weren’t that dumb.”Dave asked, “So, did you find others to love here tonight?”Cricket kissed Dave’s neck. “I arrived tonight with no preconceptions about the outcome. For selfish reasons I had limited my relationships so I could focus on school, but now I can open my heart with that burden behind me. Yes, I found several men and women that I feel about like you, but. Some were as close to being an exact copy as you can get with whiteboard markers. Others tended toward stick figures, but they had enough detail that you could tell which kid was which. The rest varied somewhere in between.Some older kids guided the artists from the room to wait for the next classroom when it was ready.One of the Down’s Syndrome kids summed it up well when they said happily, “That one works, Daddy.”Everything was completed and cleaned up. All my foster kids were off doing. I poked my head in James' office. He was seated behind his desk, talking to Mr. 330. "Hey James. Sorry, I'm supposed to go to Kim's office. This whole thing is just so st..." I said, before being interrupted by my boss."Heather, this is Creighton Benson," James said, standing up to introduce me."Call me CJ," Mr. 330 said, extending his hand."Hi," I said, offering a quick handshake. "James, I'm sorry. Kim is waiting for me." Well she can wait," James corrected me. "Our customers come first."I.