Yesterday, my son had a little accident with his scooter and broke his wrist. He's now sporting a cast and sling. Needless to say, it's a little tough for him to do basic things, like get dressed and write his name.
"Mama, I need a little help here," he said.
"What do you need, Bubba?"
"Help getting my shirt on." We struggled at least five minutes, trying to get it on. Finally, his arm was through the sleeve.
"Mama, is this how it is for pirates?"
I looked at the boy a little funny. "What do you mean?"
"Like Captain Hook. He had a hook instead of a hand. And Long John Silver. He had a peg instead of a leg. They must've had a hard time getting dressed!"
"Well, Bubba, I hadn't really thought of it, but now that you mention it, they probably did have a hard time. "
A few minutes later, my boy had to sign a birthday card for one of his friends. I looked at the chicken scratch when he was done. It looked like more than his name, but I couldn't figure out what it said, because it was so illegible.
"Dude, what are you trying to say, here?"
"It's my name, Mama: Bubba, the one-armed pirate!"