Number 2 came out of the bedroom this evening at around dinner time. He started walking about 8 weeks ago, and still staggers with the gait of a sailor on shore-leave. With great purpose he got behind my wheelchair and started to push it. He was unable to steer (not surprising - since he can't see over the back!) so I provided some steering assistance where appropriate. But he knew where he was going. We went into the kitchen, he pushed me all the way to his feeding table, then grabbed the tray of the feeding table and started to attempt to climb in while looking at me imploringly. I think he was hungry!
I'm getting worried. It looks like I will shortly lose the freedom to park my chair wherever I want in my house - I will be subject to the whims of Number 2 and wheeled unceremoniously wherever he wants me to go. I'm, not sure if this is progress or not...
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