He appeared to be of a grandpappy's age, and seemed to be enjoying the afternoon on the creek with his fishing pole.
As we neared him, Luke showed much enthusiasm for the man and his fishing pole, and I smiled with delight. I love teachable moments. I imagined this would be a great one.
Luke, as he pedals a bit faster: "Mommy! Look! That man has a pishin' pole. He's, um, pishin' for pish."
Me, as we continued to pedal closer to the man: "You're right, buddy. How about you say hi?"
Luke, his eyes still fixated on the fishing pole: "Wow! Mommy, look! He's throwin' that string in 'da water. Wow!"
By this point, we're feet from the man who looks even more endearing up close.
Me to the presumable grandpappy: "Hello. A pretty nice day to be out fishing."
The man, who disregards my comment but is smiling at Julia and Luke on their bikes: "Cute kids. I raised a kid like that. For 8 years."
I smiled and nodded attentively.
He continues: Then she slapped a restraining order on me just because I drink. Haven't seen him in 4 years."