Last night, during a quiet scene in the movie Gary and I were watching, I heard Sarah in the next room, laughing vigorously. The laughing continued for quite a while, so I decided to investigate. I opened the door to Sarah's room, and found her sitting on her bed, covers pushed off, and her bedside lamp on.
Me: "Hey, buddy, what's up?"
Sarah (huge smile, still laughing): "I love my bones!"
Me: "What? You love your bones?"
Sarah: "Yes! They are so CUTE!"
Me (grinning): "Well, yes, I guess they are. Come on, time to go back to sleep."
Sarah: "They are great! They hold me up! I love my bones!"
It might help to note that bones have been a big thing in our house this week; Sarah's science class is studying anatomy. She finds the location of the coccyx quite hysterical. ("There's a bone - and it's in your butt!!")
One of the things about living with Sarah is getting to experience the joy of simple things. Most days she'll drive you crazy, but then she says something that really makes you think. I mean, when was the last time you thought to be thankful for your bones?
1 comment:
Sarah is hilarious! I'm not sure I've ever really stopped to be thankful for my bones. And I really should. :)
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