To the woman who stopped and stared as I walked dd's and ds back from the bus stop. Ds is 4 and has a genetic condition, I was pushing him on his little push along bike, and he was making happy noises and blowing raspberries and waved at the woman as he does to everyone, but rather than smiling or waving back, she stopped and just stared at us. It seemed to me it was a stare of curiosity, but she could have bloody smiled as ds waved frantically at her.