#Spotted While Roaming in Aotearoa New Zealand:

A small human (4?) is AGHAST.
Dad has called a dinosaur the WRONG NAME.
A stern dressing down and a detailed description of triceratops anatomy is being given.
Dad taking being schooled with a satisfying amount of humility.

A woman (60s?) in a cheerful floral dress is leaning towards her friend, telling her of the most wonderful discovery. She's been sorting her recently deceased Grandma's home and has found love letters!
From a strange man!
From the 1950s!
Laughter and new-old gossip over a big pot of tea.

A sturdy man (40s?) wearing moko kanohi* and a pink polo shirt is driving along in a lovingly restored vintage Holden ute*, windows down, cheerfully roaring along to a gospel song while a teen (14?) is sitting in the passenger seat covering her face and laughing.
Dad in his element.

A spritely man (60s?) trots out of a small gallery and inspects the front windows with his hands behind his back, his expression thoughtful.
He checks the water levels in the hanging baskets of flowering plants by the door and nods.
Everything's in order.
Satisfied, he heads back inside.

A small human (4?) marches up to the counter at a cafe, looks up at the owner and says with great importance: "I would like a fluffy please."
Cafe Owner takes this order down saying: "Chocolate sprinkles?"
"Yes please."
"Good manners."
"Thank you very much."
Mum in the background, grinning.

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