Little Jason came down the stairs crying. It was one of those whiny cries that does not set off any alarms in a mom’s mind. I waited until he was near me and reached down to hug him. “What is the matter?” I asked.
“I got hurt,” he wanted sympathy.
“Aw, I’m sorry. Where does it hurt?” my voice showed more emotion than I actually felt.
“Somewhere,” he whined with eyes downcast.
I burst out laughing shattering my pretense of concern. “Well, show me what hurts?” I asked again.
“I don’t knowwwww!”
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