While visiting family in Florida, we took Jones to visit the St. Augustine Alligator Farm.<\/p>\n
He was so excited.<\/p>\n
He ran from enclosure to enclosure, his universe animating with such velocity and intensity that he simply could not contain himself. Pointing his finger with eyes that could not be more open, he would identify and offer commentary on every marvel he saw.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook! An Alligator!!\u201d<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n He looked back at us utterly astonished, his mind expanding in ways we couldn’t even imagine. \u201cCome mommy, come daddy,\u201d he encouraged, his feet flapping on the ground as he ran ahead to the next wonder.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n There were perhaps a hundred alligators, maybe more, and each one was an impossible occurrence as they materialized before Jones. And when we came upon the albino ones, each one so immaculately white as to look make believe, he almost exploded.<\/p>\n \u201cWOW!! GHOST ALLIGATORS!!!<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n While Jones was marvelling over them I turned to the Komodo Dragon across the way. It looked as if it was made of chainmail. It noticed me looking at it, and while remaining immobile, it trained a lizard eye on me and stared right back.<\/p>\n