Like Handicap parking, small thing for having Brayden in the car.
But sometimes there are greater benefits, without even knowing what is happening.
Take this past weekend for example. We headed to Baltimore to visit my brother and sister-in-law for an Orioles game.
An attendant was there waiting for us and told us to the follow. We loaded an elevator, down we went and into the halls of the baseball stadium. Parts of the stadium that looked too official for us to be there. We passed the press room, locker room and family waiting room. Apparently we passed some players too (I had no idea who they were because they were not in their uniform). The Orioles attendant opened the door and we were right behind home plate. We waited there briefly and then they called us onto the field. Carter and Luke (cousins too) were the first to run the bases. Brayden wheels were not allowed in the finely manicured field so he watched from the side.
We finished running the bases and watched some players come out to the field with their friends and family and then we were ushered off the field (I did try to get pictures but there was not enough time).
Oh the life of Brayden.