Six-year-olds have got it figured out.  Their conversation can move seamlessly from UFO's to dinosaurs, and on to God without any effort at all.  As a grown up, I have to work a little harder to keep up with Jojo's conversation, but I think I do ok.  I've been told I make things up in my head and then I believe them, so Jojo and I really get each other.

When Jojo came to visit this weekend, we took a walk through the wildlife center near my place, and he provided me with a continuous monologue through the entire hike. We saw the most amazing things, which put his imagination into overdrive.  I never observe anything quite as interesting when I walk by myself as I do walking with Jojo. 

For instance, we saw a skull on the boardwalk that crosses the little lake.  For the life of us, we couldn't figure out what kind it was.  Jojo felt it confirmed his fears about the crocodiles he's convinced live among the reeds.

We then came upon what looked like a fairy massacre.  We saw a pile of sparkly fairy wings on the side of the path.  So sad.  We also found a toad, which Jojo caught and chased me with, because he knows I'm afraid of them. (I have my reasons)  Neither the toad, nor I, was happy about Jojo's questionable behavior.

We ended our hike at the interpretive center which houses living reptiles and preserved animals.  It's the first time I've been inside and I was amazed at their collection.  We would have spent more time there, but Jojo had other commitments.  Come back again soon, Jojo.  There's nothing humdrum about a day spent with you!