Dad cut some bread with the bread knife at the dinner table tonight and out of nowhere Luke slouched down in his chair and launched into a detailed story:
L: She was using the knife and she cut herself and got a bad boo-boo.
D: Who did that?
L: Aia. She's from Alabama. Aia was using the knife and she cut herself really bad and got a boo-boo, a bad owee.
J: Is Aia a grown up or a kid?
L: She's a kid. The knifes are for grownups, not for children, but she used the knife and she cut herself and she got a boo-boo.
D: Where did this happen? At Gretchen's House?
L: No. She come into our house, and she used the knife, and it's for grown-ups not for children but she was using it and she cut herself and it was owee, she got a bad boo-boo.
D: So Aia came into our house, used the bread knife, and cut herself with it?
L: She got a owee, a bad boo-boo.
J: Where is she from again?
L: She's from Alabama. She used the knife and cut herself and got a boo-boo.
It was very weird but he was really intently in the story. He just got sick again, if that explains anything.
Last night he got up on the couch and did a show for us (Peter Rabbit again, followed by some random plopping himself down on the cushions).
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great imagination!
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