It's a beautiful day here on The High Plains of New Mexico... and Spring has definitely sprung:
The blossoms are few and far between at the moment, but they're THERE.
So... just a few minutes ago... we're sitting outside in the sun sipping our beer and marveling at the weather. The neighbor ladies passed by with tots in tow, one of which was ensconced in his little red stroller/car. Our neighbors stopped for just a minute right in front of us, so to speak... about 50 feet away or so. The young boy, who couldn't be more than two years old, jumps out of his lil car thingy, steps to the curb, pulls his shorts down, and begins to water the grass. The deal was done before Mom realized what was going on and she was mortified.
"Oh, I'm SO sorry" she sez to me, adding "But... boys! What are ya gonna do?"
My reply: "I might have been there. Once or twice."
Laughter all around and all is good. And now it's back outside... yadda, yadda.