On the Waterfront? I’ll Drink to That!

OUT on my morning walk recently, I came across a cute, naked, fat and filthy little boy, about one and a half years old. He had a plastic cup in his hand and was happily scooping water out from a bucket, about one-third full. His mother, a few meters away, minding her drinks stall, called out to him in exasperation, “Don’t throw out the water