My flatmates dragged me to see Rango, a cartoon about the lack of water in the west. Sebastian is two years old, and made it about halfway through the movie, then his Grandmother took him out into the mall. I haven't seen a cartoon movie since The Little Mermaid, when Kareena was seven. She turns twenty-seven this week.
We found Elena and Sebastian in the mall. He was playing with a boy about his age. He cried when he had to give the little boy's car back. His mother bundled him in a jacket, cap and hood, and just before leaving the building, he reached for me. "You want me to carry you?" I asked in Spanish. "DA!" he shouted in baby-speak.
I was surprised that it was raining. In my six weeks here, I think I've seen a few drops, but that might not have been rain. This was rain -- not heavy at all, but enough to be sure it wasn't someone siptting from six floors up.
Sebastian got a huge grin on his face and threw his arms out as in praise. He was genuinely elated the five minutes it took us to find a cab. Inside the cab, I put the window down a few inches so he could put his hand out. Back inside the apartment building, he wanted to go right back outside for more, and I took him out on the sidewalk for an encore performance of gently falling water.
I'm not sure which of us enjoyed it more.
