In full meltdown, he parts the dense crowd as if it were the Red Sea.  He is too heavy for me and he is not walking...not really.  I am doing it all for both of us.  The passersby are alarmed, irritated, judgmental, opinionated and even amused, though he neither sees them nor feels the weight of their stares.  I am as unfazed by the bystander who offers her flip flop and suggests corporal punishment as I am by the lady with the sympathetic eyes because  I have been through this before. I know…See More