It was a typical early evening.
James was climbing in the bath.
He loves his baths.
I got his bath toys out and was plopping them in one-by-one when, out of no where, he touches his finger to his 'wing' and says,
No arm, Mommy?
With a smile, my mouth replied: Yep, Buddy, no arm!
Yet in my mind I'm thinking: Whoah, where did that come from?
So then I decided to see what else was stirring in that little head of his, so I asked,
James, what happened to your arm?
In a fashion only befitting of a three-year-old, he replied simply with a smile,
It fall off!
Love that kid!
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