Friday, February 22, 2013

from the mouth of a child

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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