At Friendly's, an old woman walks by our booth and tells me Julia is a cute little boy.
She stays at our table for just a little too long and I realize that maybe she has dementia, I can kind of see it in her eyes a little.
I am kind to her, but I don't like the fact that she is holding TJ's hand and telling him to "be nice to your little brother, don't hold his hand so hard." I'm getting worried that she is squeezing my son's hand a little too hard and I don't really like this, don't like people messing with my boy.
I communicate this with eye contact to the woman she is with, and the woman says "you are hurting his hand, let go."
She does, they walk off, the old woman looks back at me, and flips me the bird.