As parents, anyway. My folks came down for a visit this afternoon and let us go off for a couple of hours while they watched the lovely Poopsmith. We went downtown for a walk...

The street entertainment was amusing...

The selection of baked goods was wonderful at the European-style cafe/bakery we used to frequent more, well, frequently before Enter: Poopsmith...

The walk that followed was short...

but some of the views were, well, typical of a mountain city.

And of course K was calling back to the folks every, oh, fifteen minutes.

More pictures at Flickr. (Just click on any of the above pics.)