We moved into our temporary house and started exploring the neighborhood. There were giant pictures painted on the street. I think one was of Santa Claus.
There was a dog in the neighborhood that looked as if someone had lopped off a beagle's legs and stuck them on the body of a german shepherd. We'd frequently see the owner walking this dog and my mother (although she really should have known better at this point) made the grave mistake of announcing to Lib and I (or, more likely, to Dad, while we were listening) that she thought it was the goofiest looking dog in the world and was determined to get a picture of it to send back to friends and family in the States (because nothing says exotic foreign locale like a... short german shepherd?). I know all of you with young children will anticipate what happened the next time we passed the hapless dog walker and his poor maligned dog.
"MOM HEY MOM THERE'S THAT REALLY UGLY DOG THAT YOU THINK IS SO FUNNY! LOOK IT'S RIGHT HERE MOM, RIGHT HERE!! LOOK! HEY MOM, DON'T YOU WANNA GET THE CAMERA, HUH? REMEMBER YOU WANNA TAKE A PICTURE OF THE FUNNY LOOKING DOG, MOM, HUH? DID YOU HEAR ME MOM? THAT'S THE GOOFY DOG WITH THE REALLY SHORT LEGS THAT YOU'VE BEEN TELLING EVERYBODY ABOUT!! HEY MOM..."
Little pitchers... have big mouths. ;)