On the way to church, I glance back at Keegan, who is singing merrily in his booster, and chatting stream of consciousness to himself about everything and anything. Suddenly, I do a double take: His hands are covered in blood!
“Keegan, what happened to your hands?”
He looks at his hands, as if noticing them for the first time and shrugs in a kind of nonchalant fascination, “I don’t know.”
A pause while he ponders his fingers– then his face lights up! He’s figured out a logical explanation for it all, and says, “I think they are raspberry.”
Ah, boys! They come in all flavors!