Aidan came home from his friend’s house with a big bandage wrapped clumsily around his hand.
“What happened?” I asked.
“I got cut by a sharp pinchy thing.”
I examined the wound – no big deal really, but I did wonder how he’d managed to get hurt, so I proceeded to quiz him about this sharp pinchy thing. No, he didn’t know what it was. No, he didn’t know how it pinched him. No, he didn’t remember where in the house he was when it happened.
So I gave up. His tetanus shots are up-to-date, after all, so what did it really matter?
“Well, then, Aidan,” I asked, changing my line of questioning, “did you have fun at Scott’s house?”
“Oh, yes, mama,” he answered. “We played a game.”
“Really? What did you play?”
“We played ‘Who Can Catch the Sharp Pinchy Thing?’.”