Lee played kickball with the kids yesterday. Lizzy fell over and scraped her scap off. It started to bleed profusley. Sweet Nye hovered nearby with a very forlorn look on his face. He kept sticking his head in sidewise, like a bird eyeing up the situation. He was so worried about her.
This morning he pointed out her boo-boo.
Lizzy looked at it and commented, "Yeah, it's just like chicken."
What?
"It has black on it."
(Think grilled chicken.)
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