MY HEAD HURTS 4.15.2003
Yesterday morning, PJ came into the kitchen crying and pointing at his head. “Did you hurt your head?” I asked him.
“Yah.” He said, crying and shaking his head.
“Where did you hurt your head?” I asked. It wasn’t clear what part of his head he had banged up.
He thought for a minute, and then ran out of the room. From somewhere in the distance I heard him saying in a proud voice “right here!”