Blake, my 9 year old nephew is a pretty sharp little guy. He thinks I broke my arm. But he was happy today b/c he ate fritos with chili for lunch and was happy that I got a blue cast for my arm today. He says that I should have fun with it, b/c one day it will be off and I will miss it. And once it's off, my arm will be better than new. I asked him how come he knows so much, and his answer was "because I feel." He says he needs to know when I'm happy and when I'm sad.
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