Today we were driving around. Sparrow was in the backseat wearing his coat. Hawk and I were sitting quietly when suddenly we heard "where's my hand?"
We looked at each other, not sure what Sparrow had really said.
"Where's my hand?!"
I turned around. Sparrow was peering intently down the sleeve of his coat, where his hand had gotten stuck.
"Where's my hand?! Where is it, Mommy? Mommy, can you find it? WHERE'S MY HAND?! WHERE'S MY HAND?!?! I lost it! I LOST MY HAND."
Maybe you had to be there, but Hawk and I almost died, we were laughing so hard.