Also, the non-kicking kid was kind of cute...ok, not kind of, just cute.
That sparked a discussion that went odd places. And you know what? No big deal that it did. Didn't seem weird, but I guess, for me, that was weird. And - don't care. It's good.
In that spirit, a bit of fluff from the Bard, who was actually the Earl of Oxford, but we don't need to get into that here.
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies not plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.