This morning, the kids were riding their bikes around and around the house, and at one point D crashed straight into my legs with his tricycle. On purpose. "Ow!" I excalimed. "Don't do that, D-that hurts!"
K stopped his bike and got off and came over to inspect my legs. "Did that hurt?" he inquired.
"Yes," I said.
"I will fix them," he declared. "But first I have to get some band-aids. And some tools."
"Tools? What kind of tools do you need?" I asked him
"Oh- a hammer, some nails, a screwdriver, and a drill."
"You're going to fix my legs with a HAMMER and a DRILL?"
"Yes," he declared.
He proceeded to get his (invisible) tools and "fix" my leg.
"Are you done yet?" I asked him.
"Not yet. I just need to use the monkey wrench."
"The monkey wrench- that sounds like it will hurt!" I exclaimed.
"Well-" he said thoughtfully, "after I fix your leg with the monkey wrench, I'll give you FIVE band-aids."
Oh, well- in that case- I guess it's OK!
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