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If anyone was wondering about the girl at the fountain who had the audacity to stand to close to me and earn the contempt of my son, here she is, playing with the man whose mommy she tried to steal.

Can't you tell she's a troublemaker just by looking at her?

Using the flash on my camera captured better images of the kids, such as here:

But not using it captured the feel of the fountain better, and made the pictures a little more magical. Even the out of focus blur was more realiastic, because children at play don't sit still.

Needless to say, everyone in that picture is up past their bedtime.

At once point, my son came over and announced that he was tired.

"Are you ready to go home?" I asked him.

"No," he said, "Let's take a nap here."

Assuming we could get away with camping on the greens, I could see how it might be an appealing idea for a 3 year old.

There is an ice cream shop on Market Street, so we could eat all our meals there.

There is also a bookstore, so we could go there when we needed to read stories before bedtime (and it's open late, too).

We could play in the fountain all day, and enjoy the company of all the playmates we would ever need in it's waters. It's hard to imagine a better life. On the other hand, his father would probably miss us after while, and he's too cranky about things like sleeping on the ground.

"We can't stay here," I told him, "We have to go home. We can come back another time."

"Tomorrow?" he asked, "That could be great idea!"

A great idea is a great idea, even when it's not doable. "Soon," I told him, and wrapped him in a towel to stop him from shivering in the cool evening breeze.

He sighed, and took my hand to walk back to the car.

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