He's just a tadpole
As I'm writing this, Jack is out by the koi pond catching tadpoles. We're going to pick up our new aquarium after his haircut, and then, when we get home we'll transfer his tadpoles from the styrofaom cooler they're in now to the new aquarium that will go on the table next to his bed. I'm praying that they live long enough to become the frogs he want to keep as pets. For right now I'm more concerned that they'll die, but later on I'll worry about what to do if they live
Jack's dad brought him here directly from summer camp at the YMCA. Apparently the ice cream truck came today, because Jack has gray streams running from his hands to his elbows. His shirt is spotted with pink and blue. He says his ice cream cone was lollipop flavored. He's sunburned, so I know he didn't use the sunscreen that's in his backpack. His shorts are wet, so I know he was too modest to take off his underwear when he changed into his swimsuit.
I gather all these clues to piece together a picture of the day he spent apart from me.