Are You a Teacher or Somethin'?

At the end of June, Otto and I make our annual trek to Hart Plaza to watch the fireworks.  It is quite and undertaking, as we spend the entire day and into the night on the riverfront.  It involves bringing a blanket, a cooler, books, games, and iPods.   As Hart Plaza fills, the grass becomes a patchwork of blankets.  One year, a little boy on a neighboring blanket kept wandering onto our blanket.  We shared our binoculars and watched freighters sail by.  We checked out Canada.  We talked baseball.  His mom called him back to his own blanket but it wasn't be long before he was back with us.  We shared our grapes.  We played Pass the Pigs.  Again his mom called him back.  This went on for the majority of the afternoon.  Finally, his mom said, "I don't know why he's so taken with you.  Are you a teacher or somethin'?"