Today, Mojo had a field trip. He and his class went to the Cleveland Zoo. Somehow I was pressed into service as a parent-helper. Some help I was.

The rain held off for us, mostly, so we got to see most of the park. Mojo held his nose in the elephant house, stood at the glass fascinated by the fruit-bats, and stopped frequently at such compelling distractions as sewer grates and rocks alongside the pathways.

Also of note was something Mojo said yesterday, sort of about this trip. The sitter was leaving and she said to him: "You'll have to tell me all about the zoo when I'm here on Friday."

Without much of a pause Mojo said: "Okay, but I won't talk about you at the zoo."

It took me a few seconds to compute how he'd turned her question all the way around; I'm not sure if she even caught his response.

That's a strange kid. He seemed to have fun today, him and his little pals.