As we passed a bookstore, Tony halted in his tracks and stared at a display window that featured a huge cutout T-Rex to promote a science book on dinosaurs. He gaped at that dinosaur, a goofy grin plastered on his face. He walked up to the glass, put his hand on it, captivated by the monster charging out of the display window.
You like dinosaurs?I asked.
He shrugged, which I took to mean he did not understand me, so I tried again. I pointed to the cutout of the T-Rex.
You like him?
He grinned from ear to ear.
That’s a d-i-n-o-s-a-u-r. Here’s the sign for d-i-n-o-s-a-u-r.
I made the sign.
He repeated it back to me, smiled.
See? I said you were a smart kid, didn’t I? Want to go see?
He nodded eagerly.
“You and your books,” Jackson said despairingly.