Andrew had a wee little bump on his upper arm. I touched it thinking it was fuzz and he then HAD to examine it.
"Mom, I think I know what this is. This bump. is. a. goose bump."
"I don't think so." And I may have giggled a bit.
"Don't laugh at my goose bump. I must be scared about something, I just can't feel what it is."
"Well, let me know when you know." Definite hysteria now.
Then doing the two fingers at his eyes and back at my eyes, "Mommy I really need you to focus. Focusssssss. My goose bump is not something to laugh at."
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