Yesterday, Michael was sitting at the kitchen table, with John in his lap. Michael got up and sat John down in the chair, and John said "Ow" for no apparent reason.
Michael and I wondered what had happened. Then Michael burned himself on the toaster oven. "Ow," he said.
"John, I guess you have a prophetic gift to foretell pain," Michael said. "'I see ouchies.'"
2 comments:
That's awesome.
Hee hee! That is definitely a gift.
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