Took the family to Ainsworth Hot Springs once, when my son was between 2 and 3 years old. We were sitting in the main pool, minding our own business, and the tyke was splashing around having fun. He suddenly stopped everything he was doing to watch a very black guy come and sit down right beside us. My son blurted out very loudly, "Daaaad, loooook, that guy is burrrrrrnt!" I could not hang my head low enough. The gentleman handled it very well, he smiled and explained with a very cool accent that in his country the legend goes that god took the first batch out of the oven and it was the under cooked white man, so he let the second batch bake longer for perfection.
After the swim, I take the boy to the change rooms. I lay him out on a bench to change his trunks. Further up the bench is a wrinkly old codger drying himself off, sitting naked. My son decides it's a good idea to reach up past his head, and tickle the guy's ass, while giving the obligatory mischievous "Tickle, tickle, tickle!" The old codger was not impressed!
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"Cammy just threw them in my locker & told me to hold on to them." - Giordano on the pencils from Iggy's stall. 
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