Tolkien Boy: When's your appointment?
Tolkien Boy: Okay. I think Ginsberg’s leaving early.
me: That's what he told me. So--after he leaves I will snatch you away and take you to a mental health utopia. And no doubt you will find Therapist charming, elderly, and sort of cute, which is good since everything we talk about will probably be a rerun of Tolkien Boy/Sam conversations.
Tolkien Boy: Elderly?
me: He's my age.
Tolkien Boy: Oh, yes. Doddering.
me: We compare walkers and discuss which company manufactures the best canes. Occasionally we swap dentures--just for fun.
Tolkien Boy: Please don't do that when I'm around.
me: What?? I look stunning in Therapist's teeth.
And there it is. I'm not sure I'll ever top that one. Probably, I don't want to. But that is the beauty of talking with Tolkien Boy. Wherever the conversation takes you, there you are. And unless he tells me I'm wrong, I expect to be going places with him, conversationally and otherwise, for a very long time.