I'm a big ol' softie. I cry at the drop of a hat. I can't handle watching Extreme Home Makeover. I'm a blubbering mess by the end.
But when it comes to children, I become a mushy pile of goo.
I have to share a store about our last trip to DL. We were sitting at Tomorrowland Terrace having a sandwich. Right next to us, was an older man and a young special needs child who was in a wheelchair.
She was probably about 10 years old. Cute little girl with blonde hair and covered in head to toe in Disney. She was really upset because her camera was broken and wouldn't work correctly. I already was getting teary eyed and asked Steven if he thought it would be a bad thing to go buy her a disposable camera and give them $20 to pay for development. Just then, the Father yells at her telling her it was her own fault for breaking it. I almost lost it at that point.
She drops her camera and was struggling to pick it up. He wouldn't get it for her and instead ignored her. I started to get up to go pick it up myself and hand it to her, but my partner laid his hand on my arm and whispered that it was best to not interfere and to let her father handle it. He was probably right. I didn't want to end up getting into a fight in the middle of
Disneyland regarding his parenting skills.
This went on for a while. She was upset and angry and wanted her camera. He kept berating or igoring her. I sat there with my head down, tears running down my face. It was a mixture of sadness and anger.
Finally, the mother comes up with their food. She could sense that something was wrong and asked what was going on. Of course the father tells her about how their daughter was acting. The mother leans down and gets the camera. The daughter kept playing with the camera trying to get it to work rather then eating. This made the mother frustrated and the father even angrier. The little girl was crying by this point and the mother asked her what was wrong.
She pointed to her father and proudly and loudly said, "He's being an *** hole!" The mother had to laugh. The father didn't look so happy.
With tears still streaming down my face, I busted out laughing SO hard I almost spewed coke out my nose. We were almost hysterical by that point. We stood up and I walked by to throw our food away, patted her on the shoulder and said, "Couldn't agree more" and walked away.
I can't see a special needs child without crying. Just can't do it. I just want to give them all a big hug and not let go.
Good that you were able to get out for a bite of prime rib though. 
I know how much you care for the children, and how much they touch you.
