“The kids at preschool hit me in the face with blocks and broke my nose.”
Danny, just turned 4, telling me where it hurts. His mother seems a bit surprised at this, as Danny actually has a sore throat and a fever. Minus the river of snot running out of it, his nose looks pretty good.
Danny listens to his mom’s version of the story, then stares at her in disbelief.
“First my nose got broke, Mom. Then my throat hurt.”
He crosses his arms, closes his eyes, shakes his head.
“She never tells it right.”