Daniel came in from outside with a sore lip today.
D: I accidentally put some cold metal on the inside of my lip.
Me: Why?
D: I don't know
Me: What was it?
D: Your little garden shovel.
He proceeded to ask me tell his uncles and grandma what happened (his lip was too sore to talk but not to sore to ask me to tell them) and mumble and/or use "sign language" off and on for most of the morning.
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