Matthew and I picked up Uncle Grant this evening to bring him up for Matthew's birthday celebration. (Rachel hand-decorated a cake; it looked very professionally done.) As we were coming up Matthew kept pointing out the window at things and saying, "Apple!" Grant thought he saw a common denominator in the color red, and he kept correcting Matthew. "No, that's a building." "No, that's a truck." "No, that's a car."
Finally I looked back and saw that Grant was leaning his right elbow on the window next to him. "He's talking about your elbow, Grant!" Oh.
"Yes, that's my elbow," Grant conceded. "ELBOW!" Matthew cried in triumph. "Elbow! Elbow! Elbow!"
Just so we didn't forget it, he kept reminding us for the rest of the trip.
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