We went to our local park this weekend for lunch and to have Jojo play at the playground. Jojo ran into a friend of his from our playgroup named Katarina, who was very happy to see Jojo. She is a bossy little one and ordered Jojo around to follow her and do what she wanted. Jojo had enough of it and hid from her on the opposite side of the playground.

Katarina, being a very outspoken and persuasive 3 1/2 year old had the entire playground search for Jojo. A least a dozen voices were yelling “Jojo” until Katarina found him again. Still the other children kept calling his name; I even heard on kid say, “Where’s The Jojo?”. Jojo didn’t like his name being called, so we took him for a walk.

We circled back to the playground to hear children still calling his name. Finally he looks at one of the kids and says, “Yes.” The little boy looked at Jojo and said, “Oh your Jojo.” and walked away. We left just a few minutes later, Jojo couldn’t take the fame.

Jojo was taking a bath and Joey put baby oil in his bath water. When he got out of the tub, I said “Jojo you’re all slippery, you must have baby oil on.” Jojo says, “Can I have some big boy oil?” I laughed explaining that anyone can use baby oil and that they don’t make big boy oil.