Saturday was hot in Hamilton.
We had just pulled into our driveway after running some errands. A man and his little boy happened to be walking by the house, and stopped to chat about our new sod and garden. Complete strangers, mind you, which makes the next part funnier.
The little guy didn't care about the sod. Or the garden. Eyeing the partially-gone iced coffee in Spike's hand, he pleaded desperately, "Can I PLEASE have a drink?"
Mildly awkward and amusing at the same time. You can't give your leftover caffeinated beverage to a little guy you've never met, can you? Nor can you invite him in for a cold drink. (Mostly because we don't have any.)
Spike wasn't sure what to do, so he said, "Aw, sorry dude, but this is a LATTE, so...."
To which the little guy replied, "Well, it's a HOT DAY for me too!!!"
