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D.J. came wandering up the walkway this afternoon, and the first thing he asked me is if my lizards were hibernating under the bushes. I had to tell him that they were indeed hibernating, but they were doing it in a secret place where even his inquisitive almost-six-year-old prying eyes wouldn’t be likely to find them.
Believe it or not, that satisfied him.
Then he rambled up the stairs. We’ve discussed in the past that there’s nothing up there that could possibly interest him. It’s where I throw all the clutter. I asked him, “What if that’s where I’m hiding your birthday present?”
“Where is it?” he asked. “I want to see it.”
It’s nowhere, because I haven’t figured out what I’m giving him yet. I only have a couple of weeks, but he gave me the very broad hint that his favorite Ninja Turtle is Leonardo, because he has swords coming out of his back. Not being a Ninja Turtle fan myself, I have to take his word for it. He’s not getting anything with swords from me, no matter what part of the body they come out of.
He did find something interesting upstairs, of course. He wanted me to come up and see the spider he found. It was just a harmless Daddy Long Legs, but he’s a little spooked by any spider since one bit him a couple of weeks ago. That being the case, maybe my house isn’t the best place for him to live, although he keeps asking if he can move in with me.
Of course he can, if he still wants to when he’s old enough to pay rent.
Naturally, being almost six, he found the kitchen and hung out in front of the open refrigerator door looking for something to eat. He asked if I had any toast. I think he saw the butter and made the association from that. Who knows how his mind works? But I made him some toast and gave him a glass of milk, and he was perfectly happy.
It’s always a pleasure to have him here, even if he does wear a person out. That’s his job, I guess, and he’s good at it. | 
