LITTLE C is cuddling with his MAMA after a long day. He has his arms around her and is re-telling a tale from his earlier childhood.
LITTLE C: Uh, Mama, you are kinda squishing my emergency arm.
MAMA: What?
LITTLE C: My emergency arm. You are laying on it.
MAMA: Why is it your emergency arm?
The mama sits up and the boy gives a sigh of relief.
LITTLE C: It is there in case something happens to my essential arm. You know, if it gets hurt or in a cast or knocked off.
MAMA: What makes it essential?
LITTLE C: It is the one I write with and light saber duel with. The other one is a replacement arm.
1 comment:
Are you freaking kidding me. Essential. That boy is brilliant.
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