We were on the way to the gym the other day (OK, disclaimer- we're always on the way to the gym. This isn't because I work out so much, but rather, because I don't go anywhere. The gym, WalMart, my allergy shot. That's it.), and Hatchling started telling me the following:
"When I was a little kid, just three, I rode a scooter and a rock hit me and skinned my knee. And I had a girlfriend, and we were living together, but now we're not."
Ummmm... what was that?