While walking up 25th Street toward Guerrero I saw a little boy with his mother. He was about 4 years old with straight blonde hair and waifishly skinny. He looked like one of those painted kitchy Keane characters. You know, the ones with the big eyes.
They got to the corner and waited for traffic to clear. The boy grabbed the stop sign pole and he swung around it. He backed away and jumped up, grabbed the pole, wrapped one leg around it and swung about three times while slidding down. It was impressive. He clearly had skills. Maybe he was training to be an aerialist. However upon touching the ground he started to grind up on the pole. It was so wrong. WRONG. Naturally, I burst out laughing.
His mother sighed. "We found out over Christmas his babysitter was doing striptease and pole dance aerobics when she watched him. He picked-up a few things, unfortunately." The boy started laughing. His mom continued "I hope he grows out it."