Lauren was about 3 years old. I remember the moment. It was a sunny day. We were standing on a bridge looking down on a bubbling stream. Several rocks jutted out from the rushing water — just below the bridge.
Now understand that when guys are standing on a bridge, looking down, there is a genetic hardwiring that impulses every man to do something. Spit. So, without thinking, I did and hit a rock down below. Lauren thought this was really neat. Lauren giggled and she puckered her lips and began drooling royally. Smiles. 🙂 Laughs. 🙂 More drool. “Noooo Sweetheart. This way — ‘pffft’.” And I hit the rock again. More drool. Laughs. Smiles. More drool. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. I guess it really is a guy thing. . . . . (sigh). . . . .