And now in total opposition to what I posted before:
I'm at Romeo's Coffee on Telegraph and was chatting with the manager. He rings me up for a large, charges me for a small. "Thanks, dude," I say. "I need that large. I've got a toddler. You know about that."
"Never went down that road," he says. "I was in the city, where I live, and I was meeting my buddy. He was with his kids, 7 and 5 I think, and the boy was walking in front, and the little girl just reached out and took her dad's hand. They didn't even look, just did it out of instinct. And that's when I got it: kids are innocence. You and me? No. But them? Yes."
Truth.
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