If anyone's worried about how Gabe's handling what I look like (post skin graft), have no fears. The first thing he said to me as I hobbled through the door with my foot wrapped in gauze, an ace bandage, and a huge protective boot, was, "where are my crunches? I want crunches, too. How come you and Nini have crunches and I don't?"
Crunches = crutches.
He then bent down and counted up his body (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6) and told me to tell the doctor that he's 6 (tall) for the crunches. Too much.
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