Early this morning Jeffrey burst in on his sleeping parents to complain about a cramp in his calf.
“My leg is not able to support me anymore!” he wailed. When we questioned him further, he added, “I think my brain is having trouble sending it a message.”
Jeffrey often refers to his brain in this way. When he has difficulty performing a particular task, he’ll often clutch as his hair and say “I can’t, my brain is clogged!”
Makes me wish I could invent a product called Neuro Drain-O or something.
Casa Camisas 
Me too. Oh, me too. 🙂
My 4-year-old constantly blames her stomach for things. Crazy kids.