I just took him over to the woman child (32) that lives with her aunt and uncle next door. She seems to like him and was holding him and giving him a real once over. I like to do things for her sometimes and I know she appreciates it, and will often write me a thank you or something similar. She cannot make words but tries her best in the letters and pretty envelopes. I see her heart and know she cares about me and appreciates the few things i do for her. I 'read' the letter and praise her for thinking of me and she seems to like ... that I care about doing that. I told her she'd need to give him a name, and hike his loose britches up every once in awhile. I have never heard the story of how she became as she is. Sad situation but this woman child seems happy enough and I know she is cared about. That is what is important.