Gavin’s most recent obsession is with skin and bone and muscle. Do tables have bones? What holds your skin up? What happened to Harry Potter’s bone? What happens to our skin when we die? Look, I’m lifting this with my muscles.
We’ve been talking about mammals and fish. He keeps asking if sharks have bones, just to hear me say that they don’t. It’s fascinating. The questions, and the explaining.
“What color is your blood?” he asked me.
“Red,” I answered.
“Red. Not green?”
“Me too,” he said. And was quiet for a time.