The roomie and I are walking toward our cul de sac after a leisurely stroll around the neighborhood. The sun is setting and the temperature is just right. We met a few new dogs (and their owners) during our walk and we've been discussing the perfect size for a dog.
While we were out we saw our apartment manager, who lives in the same cul de sac with her husband and three sons. As we draw closer to our home we notice her three-year-old son running out of their house. No one is running behind him or after him.
"Whaaaat?" I ask.
"Is he?" she asks.
"Oh my stars..."
"Oh my goodness..."
He's naked. Butt naked. And running down the street.
He gets closer and announces his intentions.
"I'm looking for my mom and brother..."
He keeps running and we suggest that he wait for her, but he'll have none of it. So we watch him as he runs past us to his mom, about 30 yards behind us, in all his naked glory.
Children are a blessing from God.