EVENT 1 - BOY
I kneel down next to Rory and point at his nose. I place my finger right against the tip of it and I say, “What is this? What is this?”
He quickly responds, “Rory!”
I suppose, technically, he isn’t entirely wrong.
EVENT 2 - GIRL
Quinn has hurt her arm; it dangles lifelessly at her side. She strolls over to me, clutching “Baby” in her good arm, and weeping openly. I ask, “What’s the matter?” and she sobs, “Blankie!”.
Sure enough, her little blanket rests at her feet but her useless arm makes it so she can’t pick it up. I grab the little rag and hold it out to her but she doesn’t accept it… can’t accept it. Can’t even lift her arm up. We have no idea what happened to it. She just woke up from her nap not able to move it.
I brush the corner of the blanket against her bottom lip and she bites it. I release the blanket and she wanders off, carrying her baby in one hand and dragging her blanket in her jaws.