Last summer three of the four grandchildren were having breakfast at Pop’s house when Owen spoke up and asked where Aidan was. We said he was sleeping. The kids disappeared and we heard lots of counting, ignoring it as it was before coffee. Then in come the three grandchildren carrying Aidan, one at his head and one on each leg. After my initial, thankfully silent nervous reaction, I just stayed very close as they carried him to his chair for breakfast. They didn’t want him to be excluded. Turns out the counting was the repetition of lifting him and putting him down to get a little break. They displayed great focus and teamwork and knew just exactly how to protect his head. The best examples of inclusion aren’t necessarily thought out, planned, and written down.