25. Kids 2
We ride to one of the local swimming holes to make coffee on the camping stove M. got me for Christmas. It’s surprisingly busy given the chill in the air.
As we’re getting set up a clear voice cries out in Dutch-accented English, “I love dog shit!” We look over at a child near the bikes, carrying a football. An adult, possibly his father, laughs. “I love dog shit!” he yells again. Another child joins in. Then another.
No clarifying statements are offered. A second adult, possibly another father, walks over and shouts, “I like the way you talk!”
As we struggle to light the stove the air rings with declarations of affection for canine excrement.