The other night Jason was upstairs with Gavin reading some books. I was downstairs on the computer. I sneezed, which caused some really bad round ligament pain. I yelped and made a bit of noise until the pain subsided. Jason called down and asked if I had thrown my neck out. I said no, just round ligaments.
When they were done with the books, Gavin came down the stairs and asked me "Where Mommy neck'ace is?"
"I don't know," I answered, baffled as to why he was asking about my necklace.
"In trash can. Mommy throw it out."
And then I understood. "No," I responded, hiding a smile, "Mommy didn't throw out her necklace. I still have it." Then I explained that Daddy had been asking if I'd hurt my neck.
What's even funnier is that ever since then, he periodically clutches his neck and says something about throwing out his neck, but its clear that he still thinks it means disposing of it in the garbage.
Posted by allison at August 13, 2006 11:11 PM