I keep asking Emma if her hand bothers her. “Only if I think about it and really concentrate. Then I can feel it. But mostly I don’t.”
Ron keeps telling her to not use it so much.
“Which hand do I write with?” She flings her right hand in the air. “This hand.
Which hand to I eat with? This hand.
Which hand do I use the remote with? This hand.
Which hand do I use the Wii with? This hand.” I raise an eyebrow. “Oh yeah, and this hand.”
She is so cute.