Climbing party

There wound up being four of us meeting for a climbing session, and we had a very good time. The older ones of us, 48 and up, had had a good night's sleep, and were able to keep pace with the 25 year old, who was still recovering from a sprained finger. It's a lot more fun for us than a garden club at this point in our lives.
Coming back from the local farmers' market, I was behind a group of what looked like four year olds from a daycare going to a nearby park. One little boy triggered a vivid flashback: He was very bouncy, and his hand was held by one of the teachers. As they passed a large stand of euphorbia plants, he announced loudly,"Those are poisonous plants! They're poisonous to touch AND if you eat them!"
There's a guide to poisonous plants somewhere in our son's room, which he got around that age; we walked all over, identifying them all. He frequently got to specially hold a teacher's hand, too...