it was late morning and although odin was still in his dinosaur pajamas he asked politely to go outside after looking out the kitchen window towards the garden.

a few minutes later i looked out the window and saw him sitting on the stone in the center of garden in a variant of the classic thinker pose, legs crossed with his elbow on his knee and hand propped under his chin, gazing off into the distance.

unfortunately, although predictably, i startled him when i clumsily opened the back door with the camera.

"what’cha doin’, odin?"

"just sittin’, poppi."