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I was embarassed as a young mother when elderly woman at the grocery store would stop to oogle over my son and he would only stare at them. If they dared to pat his head or hand, he would launch into a tantrum that could bring the walls down. Abandoning my cart I would man-handle him out of the store while sustaining kicks to groin. All the while, I could see on-lookers shaking their heads and staring in arrogant disapproval. We would both cry all the way home, as I wondered how I was failing my… Continue