Last night Younger Son was telling me that he and friend had been out walking in the woods when they'd come across a caged enclosure. Younger Son decided it was to keep chickenraptors in, and he and his friend embarked on a chickenraptor hunt.
YS is 22; I am so pleased he can still hunt for chickenraptors.
A couple of months ago I took a 4-year-old for a walk. As we entered the woods, I said, 'Let's have an adventure! let's go a dragon hunt!'
He looked at me pityingly and said, 'Dragons aren't real.'
'Oh. Okay... what about hippopotamuses then?!'
He finally agreed to search for stick snakes.
Even though I have bought him books since he was a baby, he's not a story-lover. He's turned me down every time - even when he's had nothing else to do - when I've suggested reading a story to him. I suppose the fact that his parents aren't readers doesn't help, but it's so sad and limiting to a child's imagination.
Younger Son has laid first claim to the new Harry Potter book that comes out in 15 days and counting. He told me he has been waiting for this book for years. He can't wait to read it but he doesn't want to read it either - because that's the end. (I felt like that about West Wing Season 7.)
He has some very detailed theories about how HP will end. I will have to re-read book 6 again to remind myself of what's what. When YS has finished it - for the millionth time - that is.