The Power of Knuckles

I just left the Grand Rapids Childrens Museum & went to Memorial Park for a snack with my Mom & sister.  Instead of sitting next to them, I parked it next to the nice man who just got out of the "bath" (my mom keeps calling it a "reflection pool", though) who was talking to himself.  He asked me for a dollar, so I gave him my goldfish crackers.  He asked my mom why I wasn't affraid of him, so I gave him knuckles.  I think he likes me.