Sitting in the lounge chair beside the hotel pool today. Reading "House Rules" (irrelevant fact; good book). Wee swimming. Three other boys and their dad in the pool. All have water guns. Having a ball. One boy meanders away, attention caught by something else. Wee says to him, "Aren't you going to play with me?" I don't hear the boy's response, but it is apparently a no, because the next thing I hear Wee say is, "Oh, cause I don't have anyone to play with. I'm new here." Sometimes, he just makes me laugh.