Beer goes fast in the heat, so Cathy and I left Isaac to his Web surfing and went down the block to Fernandez Spa for more booze. While we were standing in line, an adorable boy mugged at us and the other patrons, doing his cute little kid routine, which he probably learned on TV just like I did twenty years ago.
He grinned up us. "When I grow up," he said.
...and Cathy and I melted...
"I want ... a big, big gun." His grin widened. "A real gun! A REAL BIG GUN!"
Cathy and I stopped smiling.
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