My daughter skates at an ice rink that has a man-made public-works lake in front of it. The suburb built a walking path around the lake and a park. A lake, even a contrived man-made lake, is a welcome place to wait out yet another hockey practice. On Wednesdays, my son waits for his sister with me. Yesterday, we took a walk around the lake.
Five minutes into our walk he told me he had to use the bathroom.