Last night I walked around the neighborhood with Jackson, who is turning four on Wednesday.  It was an epic walk...we turned invisible when we saw monsters, we ran like the wind, we stalked  magical rabbits, we walked over to Jackson Street, marvelled at the way his name was carved into the stone street markers, traversed down that boulevard, ran after the neighborhood cat, who we call Tuxedo, because he's black and white, made sure we looked both ways, finally arriving back at the house, safe.  When kids are that age,  all the grown up has to do is hang on after lift off and watch the terrain fly by.  They will do the steering and the navigation and provide the commentary.  All the child requires is your attention.