Ethan decided to go shirtless around the house after church
today. I didn’t notice for a while until he came and stood by me at the
piano. His skin was blotched with purple and the following conversation
ensued:
Me: “Your skin is blotched with cold. Go get a shirt on, buddy.”
Ethan: ” But I’m not cold!”
Me: “Yes you are. Your skin says it all.”
Ethan: “I don’t hear it.”
Then pointing to his tummy, “Look, it doesn’t have any mouths!”
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