From the porch

I'm on my porch reading with my coffee when a young family bikes by: mom with the baby in the bike seat, hipster dad with a cool hat and a ridiculous moustache, and a six- or seven-year-old trying to keep up with his parents. As they move past my house, this is the segment of the story that I hear:

Mom: "It's a light rain, it'll dry fast."

Little boy:, "I'm tired, mom! It hurts!"

Mom: "I know, honey. We'll get there."