So Mad says to me, "C'mon Mama, let's go look at boys!" I am hoping she saw some boys playing outside, because she goes to a front room window and we look around. No boys. No anybody.
I ask if she wants to come with me to check the mail (mail boxes are across the street), and she does.
While out there a little boy, maybe 5 years old, is getting his mail. Mad says to me, "What's that?"
"That's a boy."
"Can I touch him?"
Oh dear god.