WITH A SPOON.
That is how nonplussed he is about someone attempting to crush his spine.
They must have inherited a casual enjoyment of violence from somewhere. Viking ancestors?
Genevieve this morning, after spotting our neighbor’s FJ Cruiser: “Mommy! I saw Andrew’s car! The one with the wheel on its back!”.
Payne leaned towards me urgently in church yesterday. I bent an ear, expecting to hear an assertion of some sort of need of the digestive system. Instead I got a stage whisper of “Mommy! I can feel my bone tail!”.
I whispered back “Cool!” because what else is there to say, really?
Thanks skeleton book for that little bit of knowledge, and thanks family behind us in church, for not laughing like hyenas as my son apparently prodded his backside while kneeling…