The river was beautiful today, as it always is, with mostly little kids and their mamas, at least while we were there. Glen and I brought the umbrella and so we had shade the entire time, and we brought our folding camp rocking chairs, and we swam and we ate our sandwiches and we agreed that mango is the sweetest fruit of all and I felt terrible because I had not brought Levon a peanut butter sandwich but Jessie said that was fine because she hadn't either and all he eats is peanut butter and banana sandwiches and he could survive on a chicken and focaccia sandwich just fine.
There were some interesting people beside us on the grass- two women and a little boy probably about Levon's age and a little girl who was two. One of the women wore a bathing suit that showed every bit of her ass which was a nice ass, and she had unshaven armpits and an almost shaved head. The other woman looked "normal" which is such a funny thing to say. What is normal? Both women tended the children lovingly and the little girl, when we were eating our sandwiches asked, "Is there animal in there?" in her almost unbelievably sweet two-year old voice.
We told her that yes, there was animal in there and she looked a little sad. They were vegans.
"Did you see me?" he asked.
"I did!" I told him. "Very good jump!"
He put his arm around her.
"Well," I said, "You gave him life so that's fair."
"It's been a good deal," he said, beaming.
Later Jessie said that he's always been that sweet. And his face showed that this is true.