In what promises (threatens?) to become yet another Occasional Feature in this blog, I hereby present to you another instance of Hypochondria in a Four Year-Old:
On Friday, Lola complained that "my bone is twisted." She wriggled about like a contortionist to demonstrate this.
"Because my bones are twisted, I have to WALK SLOW. When my bones are not twisted, I have to run fast." She sprinted for a while to demonstrate, then returned to a dawdle. "My bones are twisted! WALK SLOW!"
7 comments:
LOL. lola isn't very committed to her fake ailments, is she?
It's like Red Light Green Light!
Hughman, you gotta wonder, What's her motivation
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