“I see,” said Edwin from his circle of sitting free-speakers, “a little kid begging his mom for ice cream from the good ice cream man.” The kid didn’t notice as half the plaza turned to look, but his mom did. “The mom is wearing a beautiful green sun dress, and she’s telling her son, no, no ice cream now. The ice cream man is smiling!”
Half the plaza grinned with them, including the mom. “He got to have one yesterday!” she shouted, abashed and happy.
“That’s OK kid,” said Edwin, “I’m on your side, but I guess mom knows best.”