For three days while the weather was nice Brother took himself outside and played with his imagination and a rope.  It was a snake.  It had been used by bad guys to tie him up.  It helped him rescue a friend who’d fallen over a cliff.  I’d tell you what else it was and did except that’s all I know.  Each time I ventured into hearing range, Brother would, in a most polite way, pause his game and say, “Mom, could you go away, please?”  And so I have no more information BUT I have pictures surreptitiously taken.

I don’t know what was so fascinating about this method of gun retrieval but whatever it was it was worth repeating at least a dozen more times.  And oh what I would have given to hear the running commentary I could tell his lips were making.  To peak into the mind of a little boy would be a great adventure.