As we drive around town, Magoo, smart kindergartener that he is, shares the facts with me. Sometimes I get the idea he’s making the facts up as he speaks. He’s learning about the world and he wants to instruct others, share the knowledge and the love.
Sometimes he says things like, “Two plus four is totally six,” and then stares out the window with a big grin on his face.
Today we sat parked next to a soaking lawn in the U District, because cars are always stopped in the U District. It is always rush hour there. And he said, “You don’t really have to worry about wet grass.”
“Well, you always worry about wet grass and other wet stuff and it’s really okay.” Here I think he must be referring to slugs and I resent him suggesting that I have a problem with wet things when my real issue is with muddy wet grass on my carpet and slime on my feet.
A little later on the drive the song Cruisin’ came on the radio with Huey Lewis and Gwyneth Paltrow. There’s a section of lyrics near the end of the song where they sing, “Baby let’s cruise. Let’s flow, let’s glide.”
Magoo is really conscious of lyrics and likes to interrogate me about them/ come up with explanations of what they mean.
Magoo: Why did they say, ‘We’ll glide?’ Because persons can’t glide.
Me: I’m not sure Buddy.
Magoo: The only one that can glide is Batman.
Magoo: Because he’s got a glide suit. I mean, come on!
Magoo: Batman’s not real, is he?
Me: I don’t think so.
Another long pause as he looks very serious.
Magoo: You know what? I bet that guy singing is Batman. THAT makes sense.
Me: So he’s just singing about how he’s going to put on his glide suit and go flying?
Magoo: Yeah. He’s totally Batman.