So, this has continued for a few days...
Anytime he would hear us talk about Jeff's ankle, or pain meds, or anything on the topic, Jack Everett would start up again... "You talkin' 'bout my weg? I hurt my weg, wight here. I need a Lighteen Akeen (Lightning McQueen) band-aid! Watch out for my weg, okaaaaaaay?"
The cuteness had (almost) worn off, so I said, "Jack, If your leg hurts so badly, we probably need to go see Dr. Purnell and get a shot."
His immediate response: "Wook! It's all better!"
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