She was nearly incapable of making a decision. So, we lived in a car in the northeast one summer. We would regularly go to the same tiny health food store for breakfast and a potty. She would stand in front of the repurposed ice cream freezer staring at the Amy's burritos and make this clicking noise with her tongue against the roof of her mouth. Her lips pushed out like she was smooching the emptiness of choice. It made me crazy. I really just wanted to leave her there and eventually I did.