Eventually, the son followed his dad into the backyard. He sprayed the hose a few times, and then came back to the front yard, empty-handed.
Even though he couldn't hear me, I said to him, "Oh no. . . You never leave the hose alone with your father."
His dad came back to the front yard, gun in one hand, hose in the other, and it appeared that the thought that his father would use the hose against him finally crossed his mind. He reached for the hose, but it wasn't given him. Then the light turned green. As we drove by, we caught the attention of the dad, and all four of us laughed with each other, even though we were strangers. It was a beautiful moment.
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