It's been a stressful few weeks, but I wanted to share this funny story. Kenny, Peter and I (Eric is on a business trip to the US) walked to the park next door yesterday evening, with popsicles, for a little stroll before bedtime. Peter was walking behind me, Kenny was ahead of me, and then I heard Peter crying from behind me. I tried asking what's wrong, why he was crying, etc. This goes on for a while, but he can't tell me what happened. I keep on asking, "Don't you want to eat your popsicle?" He kept on shaking his head. So I end up eating much of his popsicle as well as mine (they're pretty small). At one point there was a hard bit that I spit out.
Later on Peter had calmed down, and I asked him again why he was crying before. He said, "I dropped my popsicle on the sidewalk". Yech! And I ate that thing. To realize the depths of my disgust, you need to know what the sidewalks are like here - they're truly disgusting, with dog poop everywhere.