The bruise

Tonight, I was in Austin's room while he was putting his shirt on for bed. I happened to look at his arm and was alarmed to see a fairly big sized bruise on it. I asked how it happened. He did not know. I thought for a bruise that size, I'm sure he would remember what happened. Then my mind went wild, as it will do sometimes, and I started to think of a book I'm reading about a girl with leukemia. So, I started to really check him out for other bruises, but everything looked fine. Then, Austin calmly says, "maybe it is from when I was sitting on the couch sucking my arm." I replied, "Austin, my dear, you gave yourself a hickey."

I had a good laugh about that!