My house, about 5pm this afternoon.
Sean, yelling from downstairs: “Ouch!”
Melissa: “What happened?”
Sean: “I sat on something.”
Flora: “What did you sit on?”
Sean (still in pain): “Something important.”
Flora, without missing a beat: “The remote?”
After Sean and I laughed for a solid five minutes, Sean managed to say, “no, not the remote”.
Not sure if he’s walking quite right yet. Fortunately, we can still change the channel.
