Tonight we had Kathy’s famous fried/crocked chicken. Passing the plate around, Kathy asked Danny if he would like a leg.

“I don’t want a leg. I want a mouth.”

Kathy started to explain that there wasn’t a mouth… well there was a mouth but… Nevermind.

She tried not to laugh at the boy.

“I don’t want a mouth,” Danny conceded.

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This morning I was glad to be able to take a shower, raise my arms, and lift my legs without any pain. Now Sunday’s football game is just a bad memory.