This guy actually belongs to me. He is on the roof of my home, clearing the gutters - because I ASKED him and he agreed to it.
(And, maybe because he was already going to be at my house for Mothers Day.)
(Well, he did need to borrow a few bucks.)
(I doubt if it was because he was feeling regret for being such a willful teenager.)
(He still sprayed water on his poor, long-suffering mother from the roof - but it was just enough to hear me cuss.)
Some things never change.
I am glad of it.