Our six-year old stopped in the middle of her story and gave me a worried look.
“Mom, I just popped one of my knuckles.”
She didn’t sound like she was in pain, so I barely paused.
“You’re fine. Your knuckles just do that.”
She considered, than nodded.
“Yeah, and even after they pop, somehow there’s always another one.”
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