Got home before the sun. The kids were still playing on cabro. Shame there are no more grounds. Drove slowly, very slowly. Mama says hooting scares children. Confuses them too. Reversed slowly, very slowly. Sometimes the ball conveniently bounces to this slot. Finally home. Turned off the engine. Picked my bag. Sorry baggage. Then this boy, about 2, moved away from the crowd and walked towards me quickly, very quickly. He had a rock, a very BIG rock. “He is short,” I thought. He’ll miss if he aims for my face. He looked up and hugged my leg instead.