The other day, as I walked on the Paseo in the hot summer sun, a woman and a little boy (maybe 2 years old) crossed to my side of the street as they headed for the beach. In Spanish, the mother said to the little boy, "Look. There's Grandpa!" The little boy beamed and ran toward a shirtless man who was just about to step onto the sand. The boy stopped abruptly.
"Mamá," he shrieked. "Grandpa has a sweater!"