Josh was reading the beef jerky package today as he was putting it back in the pantry. I heard him say, "It says 'feed your wild side' and I have a wild side!" I was snickering at that as he walked back into the office and sat down. "Mom, do you know kids have 'wild bones'? That's why they're always wild...That's why I love beef jerky because it feeds my 'wild bones'... Dogs have 'food bones'."
Intrigued I asked "And where is your 'wild' bone."
"In my body."
"Where in your body?"
"With the other bones."
"But where in your body is the wild bone? In your arm?"
"Mine is by my belly. Other kids have 'wild bones' in other places. But it's never in the lung trap. Those are never wild bones because that would be dangerous."
"Lung trap?"
"Yeah it's right under your lungs"
"You mean your rib cage?"
"Yeah but I call it a lung trap because that's what I like to call it."
Turns out that I don't have a 'wild bone', according to Josh. I'm not sure if I'm relieved or just plain stupid for even asking.
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