As is his wont, Miles casually announced, “I got a boo-boo,” this afternoon.
This is a nearly daily proclamation at this point, and I asked my usual follow-up. “How’d you get that one?”
“From when I fell on the playground in the wood chips at school.”
I offered an observation. “Miles,” I said, “it seems like you fall an awful lot at school. How many times a week would you say you typically fall?”
He started counting. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.”
“You fall EIGHT times a WEEK?” I was shocked at both the number itself and how precise Miles was when calculating it.
“Miles, have you tried NOT falling?”