"My bones..."

"My bones are sticking...

...sticking to my other bones."

Jensen 6 just walked into the room and shared this information with me. Since this comment was a little beyond the scope of normal complaints, I asked what he meant. He crossed his arms and showed me. "My bones are sticking to my other bones." Hmmm... another mommy mystery. I looked carefully at his arms, discovering a little sticky residue leftover from dessert tonight. "How about a washrag?" I suggested. With a big smile, he said "I will wash my bones in the sink," and he ran straight to the bathroom to wash. Another tragedy averted!