As my husband and I took a walk around the neighborhood one evening, we came upon a young boy with a squirt bottle, shooting mist aimlessly into the air around him. As we got nearer, he paused and watched us carefully to see what he should do. I didn’t mind a little water on a warm summer evening, so to humor him I held out my hands in an invitation to squirt me. He gave the trigger a few squeezes as we passed by.
When we were safely out of earshot, my husband turned to me and said, “You do realize that was windshield de-icer, don’t you?”