The other day, Travis bumped his head on something and was whining about his forehead hurting. As I normally do, in my oh-so-sympathetic way, I asked if he wanted me to cut his forehead off (hey, I'm not raising any weenies). Now, normally I'll do this if he's stubbed a toe or something...imagining a forehead being removed is a little complex for a 5-year-old, but he responded, as per usual, "no, mom, i need my forehead!" The remainder of the exchange went something like this:
Me: Are you sure? What do you need a forehead for?
Travis: It holds my brain in! If I didn't have a forehead, my brain would fall out!
Me: Ahh. Well, what do you really need a brain for?
Travis: For thinking!
Me: Oh, yes. Well, what do you really need to think about?
Travis: .... well .... what if I have to think about where I left the iPhone?
Hmm. He got me on that one. We could NOT live without the iPhone.
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