Tonight, just as I was tucking Brody into his bed, he said, out of the blue, "So no one asks me about my arms anymore."
"How do you feel about that?"
"No one know 'bout my arms."
"And how do you feel about that?"
"How long does it take for a checkup?"
"We don't need a checkup, honey. But if you want your arm straight, we can go to the doctor and put a cast on it, and make it straight. If you want."
"Hmmm.... Let me think about dat..." (putting his finger up to his chin like he's contemplating).
"I like your arm just the way it is. But if you want it straight, we can make it straight."
"No, I don't want it straight cause I can still hold stuff wis it."
"Ok, then we don't need a checkup. If you ever want it straight, you just tell mommy or daddy and we can get the cast on. Ok?"
Then we had this "photo shoot" with him hanging off the side of his bed.
I love this person.
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