And broken legs:) Oh, and I had to have some broken arms, too. Thankfully, my legs were too big to be broken and casted.
And then he showed me how sad he would be if he really had a broken leg. Very convincing!
And then he as he watched me take pictures of him, a little memory tucked away in the back of his incredibly busy mind came rushing to the front. And he remembered that we had told him he could have our broken camera. I directed him to its safe nesting spot where it was resting in peace before being clutched in the hands of a dangerous almost 4 year old.
And he was happy for the rest of the day.
And at bedime, I discovered the camera hidden in the deep recesses of his covers for some sneaky nighttime play.
He's a crafty one.
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