And, in the first aid section of Walgreen's, in the middle of the city, the question finally comes...
"Mom, do I have a disability?"
With years to ready an answer, I was unprepared. So, with one second to answer, I took a quick breath and said, "Yes".
But, I couldn't stop there.
"Or, you have a different ability. You are good at so many things that other people are not."
Evan didn't understand, so he said, "small words please".
"You have a disability, but that isn't a bad thing. You are so smart with things that some people are not."
"O.k. I'm good at finding things."
He's not, actually, but tonight I said, "Yes, yes you are buddy".
There you have it.