While Jackson takes his swim lesson, Jeremy and I hang out in the lobby of the swimming pool area of the gym and chat. Our conversation topics are widespread – from Star Wars (of course) and Lord of the Rings to neighborhood drama and how much longer until he’s an adult. Once in a while he’ll ask me heavy topics about God, hell, and whether or not God made hell, and if hell even exists.
“Oh yeah? Too many dangly nakeds?” I ask. “Free-flowing appendages?”
“Yeah,” he nods. “In flip flops.”
I bust into a belly laugh.
“And lots of fur and hair. ALL OVER,” he says, shaking his head. “Why do they do that? Why do they change all out in the open? It’s at my EYE LEVEL. They all looked like Papaw.”
“I guess when you get a certain age you don’t care anymore.”
“Well I care. I change in private,” he shakes his head. “UGH. I can’t get the images out of my mind!”
“Sorry, son,” I say. “Some things you just can’t un-see.”
“I’ll never un-see that. Ever.”
He crosses his arms and shudders.