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.