JO-JO LOVED FROGS, AS A LITTLE BOY. HE CHASED THEM, POCKETED THEM, COLLECTED THEM TOO. ONE EVENING ALL OF A SUDDEN I SAW MANY FROGS IN MY HALLWAY, OUTSIDE JO-JO'S ROOM. HE APPARENTLY HAD COLLECTED ENOUGH TO PUT IN A 5 GALLON BUCKET AND AS I THOUGHT HE WAS SLEEPING, HE, IN FACT WAS PLAYING WITH HIS SLIMY FRIENDS. ACCIDENTLY, HE KNOCKED THE BUCKET OVER, AND I LITERALLY HAD FROGS ALL OVER MY HOUSE FOR A WHILE. HE AND I LAUGHED QUITE ALOT AS WE SCURRIED ABOUT TRYING TO COLLECT ALL HIS FROGS. SEVERAL OF THEM CAME OUT OF THIER HIDING PLACES DAYS LATER, AND THANK GOD WE FOUND THEM ALIVE AND WELL. IT WAS JUST ONE FUNNY JOEY TALE, AMONG A LIFETIME OF MEMORIES, I HOLD DEAR TO MY HEART OF JOEY. HE MADE US LAUGH, HE MADE US CRY...HE WAS SO LOVED.

   JOEY LOVED TO LAY OUT UNDER THE STARS AND WE WOULD JUST STAR-GAZE. HE WAS ALWAYS ASKING ME QUESTIONS, AS IF I, BEING HIS MOM, HAD ALL THE ANSWERS IN THE WORLD. HE LOVED THE SILENCE OF JUST HE AND I, LAYING THERE, GETTING EATEN ALIVE, BY EVERY MOSQUITO THAT THRIVED ON OUR FARM. CALAMINE LOTION WAS A NECESSARY ITEM IN OUR HOME. AND WE WERE BOTH ALWAYS COATED PINK WITH IT AFTER A NIGHT OF STAR-GAZING. I SWEAR HE LOVED CALAMINE LOTION, HE WOULD CRACK UP LAUGHING EACH TIME WE WERE COATED IN IT.

JO-JO LOVED TO GO FISHING TOO. HIS FIRST FEW FISHING TRIPS WITH ME ,HE  CAUGHT MY EAR WITH HIS HOOK, CAUGHT MY FINGER ANOTHER TIME, AND EVEN CAUGHT HIS OWN HEAD.