Dean moved his head away from the assaulting hand, making a slight face as he looked up at him. "Momma always has a good reason." She was his mom. She could do no wrong in her son's eyes. He smiled a tiny bit as Delly walked over, picking the four years old up off the bike and giving Aaron a grin.
"Thanks..." She grinned a tiny bit. It wasn't like she had anywhere to be. She set her son down before patting his back. "Go finish your brownie." She didn't want to carry too much stuff on the bus and didn't want to waste food. Dean ran over to their table again as she grinned a bit. "You're good with kids."