We were sitting at dinner, in a booth in the back of Denny’s for the sake of atmosphere. Most nights our dive close by is scattered, patrons dispersed in limited quantity. The place was pretty much ours and very few others.
After eating, Buzz climbed over his brother to sit in his father’s lap. This was a welcome break, since I was still in the middle of a sandwich. They sat together, looking out the window behind them, at the large office building across the parking lot.
Buzz called out a man that was walking past, a lightpost and cars. Then he pointed again and said what sounded like ‘mungus’.
Both J and I looked at each other. I tend to be the younger kids’ translator on most occasions, but even I was stumped. We surveyed the scene once more, turning away still clueless. So he said it again, clear as day, “Mungus”, this time motioning to the building directly. That’s when Jedi suggested, “I think he said humongous”.
“Humongous?”, we asked him as his face lit up with recognition.
“Hoomungus!”, Buzz repeated.
He surprises me daily. Two years late, but the words, they are right on the tip of his tongue. Humongous. Yes, the building was humongous. Especially to a little boy with a world finally opening wide right in front of him.