. wiggling his shoulders . bouncing the head up and down before biting into a huge cheese quesadilla, the men . grins over to the band and . says to himself - but loud enough so people on the next table could hear him could hear : "this is my son!" . and he chews down and adds "arent't they great?" . and he keeps on dancing with his heart and his feelings, jumping and moving inside his big body on the tiny chair, moving more than any of the people around him only they do not see it.