I was helping my daughter study last night. I parked myself on the ground, next to her bed and started quizzing her. For some odd reason, she decided my leg would be a good resting place for her head. She plopped it down on my shin.
"Ow!" she complained. "Mom, what the heck? Why is your leg so hard?"
"It's called a bone. You clunked your head on my bone."
She made a face. "My legs aren't like that. I have some meat on my bones! You're too skinny!" She grabbed my leg. "Look, Mom. You're nothing but a skeleton!"
I laughed. "No, I'm not. But if you think so, then what do you recommend I do about it?"
"Eat more ice cream!"
(Now that's something I can live with!)