We pray over meals in our house, and have included Seabass ever since he started solid food. But our eyes have always been closed – we had no idea what Seabass was doing while we thanked God for the food.
Jake set up the camera to take this video before dinner one evening.
We showed this to Jake’s cousin, Christy, who is a third grade teacher. She laughed for a minute, but then she turned serious. “Does he make eye contact?” she queried. “Does he avoid physical touch?”
I saw her angle right away. This video is either a side-splitting document of Seabass’ strange secret life, or…. our first evidence that something is horribly, horribly wrong. I vote for the former.
This post is dedicated to Aunt Pauline. We are thinking about you and praying for you, Seabass included.