My flight home was delayed–again.
I entertained myself during the wait, by wandering the terminal, people watching.
The joyful squeal of a toddler grabbed me by the ear. Turning toward the happy squeak, I saw a two year old boy–right arm outstretched, a green rubber band clasped between is thumb and index finger–speeding to his grandpa.
“Again, Papa!” he shouted, handing off the rubber band.
Grandpa looped the band over his finger, pulled it back a bit with his other hand, and launched it. The boy squealed gleefully and ran off to retrieve it.