Lord of the Flies

Ana's school held a class party at our neighborhood park yesterday. The moms in charge did a fantastic job - pinata, pizza, goody bags, you name it. I had a lot of fun watching Ana play with her classmates and have a good time.

There is a little bit of construction going on at our park and the workers have set up a construction net around the area where they are working. This, of course, was a source of endless fascination to the kids. At one point I glanced over and saw a late thirties guy, bearded, sitting on the ground behind the fence eating his lunch. Probably trying to eat it in peace, but there were three children with their faces smashed up against the net talking to him. I figured I would shoo them off so that the poor guy could finish his sandwich in silence.

As I made my approach I figured I would hear the usual adorable 4 year old babble - What's in your sandwich? What are you building? I can build with blocks at my house! Not so much. It was more like this:

Hey Man! You're a baby face! Baaaaby face! Baaaaby face! You are a baby face! Eat your baby food, baby face!

I'm thinking we won't stand under that new pergola that he was building. If I were him I might be tempted to leave out a screw or two...