Oh snap. I fell in love today.

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I fell in love today. It's true. I picked up a 10-year-old client to take him to play hoops, and there, helping answer the door, was a 3-year-old boy I'd never met before. I engaged him, asking his name, and how old he was, and he told me he was three. I held up three fingers as my client's mom told me he was their latest foster child. The little guy followed me around, and asked me if I wanted to see his Thomas the Train, upstairs. I said yes. I admired his Thomas the Train as my kid client changed into his hoops/skateboard clothes, and then sang "The Wheels on the Bus" with him on my client's guitar, which I tuned for my kid client. After I "witnessed" his Thomas the Train, and let him "play" the guitar, he decided I was his best buddy, and continued to follow me around as my client got ready to go to the park. As we were leaving, the little one said, "Bye, Daddy," and I almost lost it. My kid client was good today, and made a couple of age-appropriate fiends at the skateboard park while I talked to the mom of one of his new friends. When I got back to my kid client's house, the 3-year-old found me and wanted to show me the remote control for the TV. I thanked him and helped him "put it back, so it wouldn't get lost." It was he who escorted me to the door and said "Goodbye, Daddy." The kid is part Native American, and tribal stuff is going to come into play. He's been with his foster family a week and seems comfortable there. My client's mom doesnt know if he'll remain with them or have to move on. To my client, after skating and hoops, I said, "I hope you get to keep your new little brother. He seems really sweet." The little guy looks like a male version of my former kid client in Oakland (the one in the picture), who I knew from birth and who is now probably eight or nine. I just wanted to gobble him up and bring him home. I hope they get to "keep" him.