Tonight when this family walked into the pavilion, this little guy stopped in his tracks, looked at me, smiled and said, "Dad, das ish dee glay Frau." (There is the little woman.) I am not bashful anymore, so I smile in return, aimed my camera and took a shot of him, and said, "Doo bish da glay mon." (You are the little man.) and he walked off. I think we are friends or will be.