Coming home from interviewing for yet another babysitting job this evening I saw a scene that made me laugh out loud.
It's a lovely evening. Not too warm, not too cool. The clouds have broken and the sun is shining through. The late day sunlight is casting long shadows on the shoppers, strollers, and cafe patrons.
I am walking up my hill feeling good, having landed yet another babysitting job, and enjoying the mild parisian evening. I crossed the street near my favorite boulangerie, full of pastries I cannot afford. I looked up the hill, at the final two blocks to climb to my street, and saw a small boy no more than 4 years old. He was standing at the outer edge of the sidewalk, not quite hidden behind a parked car. He had his pants around his ankles and his shirt hiked up above his chest, and a HUGE grin on his face. He stood proudly for all to see, peeing into the street, grinning from ear to ear as his mother and siblings hurried down from the next block up to hide our little naked friend from passers-by. He however was clearly too thrilled with himself to worry about what the neighbors might think. He too was enjoying the simple pleasures of life: the mild summer evening and the simple thrills of public nudity and urination.
Aahh, the simple pleasures in life.
However borderline inappropriate this might be, I wish I'd gotten my camera out of my bag in time because the whole scene was hysterical.
