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| boys in their natural habitat |
River cut his finger just before bed. After I bandaged it up, I sent him back upstairs to get his pjs on. He moved slowly, limping along.
Me: "Why are you limping? You cut your finger, not your leg."
Him: "My finger is connected to my leg!"
Me: "Ummm, only by way of the rest of your body..."
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