Casa de (Los Padres de) Rubi is getting a new roof, which has meant a bunch of bother for the last few days — banging that starts at 0-dark-thirty, rubble, funky roof tar smells — but it also brought this unexpected sweetness, overheard outside my window:

Burly Shirtless Roofer Guy (on cellphone): […] OK, but how am I going to get into the house? […] Oh, you can pick me up? Thanks, Mom. […] I love you, too.

A grown man being sweet with his mom in public? Gets me every time!

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