It was a beautiful afternoon and we spent most of the time outside.
At one point he asked me if the tiny pumpkins were good to eat. I explained that the little pumpkins are green and you couldn't eat them until they got big.
He insisted that the tiny pumpkins weren't green. He'd seen our pumpkin plant when it was small and he watch the single pumpkin grow to the size and color of a basketball.
I asked him where he saw tiny pumpkins. He said on the pumpkin tree in the front yard. At this point, I thought he'd grown an imaginary tiny pumpkin tree in his youthful mind, but then he said come on and I'll show you.
When I walked to the front yard, he pointed to a ripe persimmon lying on the ground and said, "see."
I thought to myself, dang, I've seen millions of ripe persimmons and I'd never made the connection that it actually looked like a tiny pumpkin.
But he was right.