Uncle Wilbur

Case and I visited a farmers market last week. The farmers market is conveniently located right next to a dancing water fountain which is normally swarming with kids. We have stopped and watched the kids play before but Case has never wanted to join in. The fountain wasn’t turned on when we went to the market so I thought it would be a good time for Case to check out the area and talk about how the fountain worked. After we were done inspecting the fountain we started to walk into the market. At the entrance we had to pass by several homeless people and one man was particularly chatty. He was talking at Case and saying, ‘So you’ve come to see Uncle Wilbur, eh? Have you ever seen Uncle Wilbur before? Uncle Wilbur loves kids!”

The smart child I have, did not want to pass by the homeless people so I picked him up and made a b-line to the market. On our way out we had to pass by the homeless brood and again this man started calling out to Case, “Come back and see Uncle Wilbur! Uncle Wilbur loves kids. Uncle Wilbur will be here all day!”

Now honestly, tell me what you would be thinking? Here were my thoughts, nasty, dirty, pervy homeless man stop talking to my child!!!!!! On my way to the car I saw a sign, Uncle Wilbur Fountain Hours of Operation……. The fountain was called Uncle Wilbur!

Maybe I judged too quickly, but I still think that homeless man was creepy.