Sunday, May 6, 2012
He pointed at the spider and said, "That's a spider."
"How did they get here?" I asked.
He reached over and picked up the Disney domino. "Jasmine and Ariel."
"Did they belong to a baby?" I asked.
"That penguin doesn't have a beak. Or else it has a hole, if it does have a beak."
"That green eight has water in it," I offered.
"That's infinity," he corrected. "And that's not water."
We discussed each object with this same thoroughness. Then we did it again. In some ways it was oddly similar to passing time with Mabel Watson Payne.
The bent black rod in the bottom picture is a broken-off antenna, I was told. "There has to another one. That has to be a fact. There is never just one."