Boo-boo

A post from The Daddy Man:

I had my annual physical a couple of days ago, and it included having blood taken and getting a flu shot. Biscuit noticed the bandage on my arm, and the following conversation took place.

Biscuit: “Boo-boo, Dad?”

Me: “Yep. Got a boo-boo.”

Biscuit: “Hut, Dad?”

Me: “Yep. It hurts. But that’s okay. You don’t have a boo-boo.”

Biscuit: “No. Don’t have boo-boo.”

Me: “You’re lucky.”

Biscuit: “Yeah. No boo-boo. I lucky.”


Then spent the rest of the night randomly saying, “I lucky, Dad. I lucky.”

I guess it carried over into the next day, too, because the next morning, we had the following conversation.

Biscuit: “I lucky, Dad.”

Me: “Yeah. You’re lucky.”

Biscuit: “Got lucky foot, Dad.”

Me: “You do? That’s cool.”

Biscuit: “Got other lucky foot, too, Dad.”


Then the luck turned back my way, and Biscuit had to go to day care.