A place for the rest of us

The little boy giggles at the wet kiss to his cheek before setting about the serious business of petting Jack's giant form with ear scritches and neck rubs before his mother returns from the bathroom and comes over. We share a few words, mostly me soothing her that Jack isn't vicious, before they take their leave, the boy waving at Jack on their way out.

"You have a way with the little ones, don't you?"