Braden, Emma and I were playing doctor the other night. You know, it sounds creepy saying it that way, but it shouldn’t. But I digress. Braden grabbed a play hammer and tapped my knee. He looked at me and said “Daddy, I’m checking your kneeflex”. I asked if maybe he meant reflex. “No, Daddy, it’s called a kneeflex.”
And I couldn’t really argue too much with him!
