Today I babysat for the adorable three-year-old, Beckett.
We were playing in the living room and then all of the sudden he froze up and said…
– I can’t walk anymore! My knee… Oh… I can’t walk.
[he frankensteins it over to the couch and lays down.]
– Beckett, buddy, you okay?
– What’s the matter?
– My stomach is making my knee hurt.
– Hmmm… Well… Do you think dinosaur tattoos and macaroni and cheese would make it feel better?
They did make him feel better… immediately. Of course.