“That’s right,” said Dibs. “I know you will.” He handed me the bottle and the nipple. I put it on for him, returned the bottle to him. He stood in front of me sucking on the bottle, looking steadily at me. “You do not call me stupid,” he said. “I say help, you help. I say I don’t know, you know. I say I can’t, you can.” “And how does that make you feel?” I asked. “Like that,” he said. “I feel.”
He appreciates the fact that she takes the time two be nice to him
