birds are noisy.

I surveyed the room, fish, puppies, birds, bunnies a kitten, various reptiles and more stock than I knew what to do with. Customers? No. Wait, as i looked up the back of a small boys golden curls could be seen bobbing in his fathers arms around the back of the shop, suddenly the child turned around and just as quickly back again. I was immediately struck with the very familiar features of Erick Quinn, and my heart momentarily skipped a beat His father headed over in my direction. The little boy glanced up at me again, his somewhat puffy rather starry eyes just peeking over the top of his fathers shoulder, the small upturned nose, and huge broad grin complete with little teeth followed in quick succession, if there had been any doubt in my mind that this child had Williams syndrome it was quickly quashed by the gruff little voice that erupted from his mouth with some concern, “Noisy” he stated and held his hands to his ears and looked towards the bird room at the other end of the store, “Yep”, I replied, “very noisy!”
I am pretty sure that his father thought I was completely mad as I could not take my eyes off his gorgeous son’s oh so familiar face while I was trying to stay focused and answer some serious questions he had about the care of the Eastern Long Necked Tortoise.
As he left I commented that his son had such beautiful starry eyes and it was nice to see such a happy little smile. I got a rather odd look and the man’s mouth opened as if to say something and then closed again as if he had thought better of it. I hope I didn’t come across as a weirdo stalker type.
After the customer had left a collegue walked up to me and said “That kid was a cutie, kind of looked like your middle one, don’t you reckon?” – If only she knew.