Best moment of the day, ten minutes ago:
Coming to the end of a long bicycle ride, I passed a church playground not far from the house. A boy of about three ran out of the mass of children on swings and jungle gyms and yelled, “Hey.”
“Hey,” I replied.
“Can you go home?” he said.
“I’m going home,” I told him.
“Can you get your girl friend and come back and play?”
She was tempted, but she had just put a pie in the oven.