April 19, 2010


Mason was grabbing our new puppy Hank to keep him from getting out the door and the door whacked him in the head leaving a blue line in the middle of a pretty good-sized goose egg.  Poor guy!  We applied some ice to his head and he started moaning. 

“Do you have brain damage Mason?  Quick, tell me, what is 2+2?”

Moaning, he says “8”

“What is 3+2 ?”  I say.

Moaning, he again says “8”

“Oh no!” I exclaim.  “You have brain damage of the worst kind…. It’s 8-itis!”

We both giggled.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for that. It was simply delightful and I hope to fill our days and make memories with stuff like this.


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