lost: one head

Jonathan is almost three, and just now leaving behind the baby-blather stages. If I concentrate, and through an awkward mix of Guess Who and Charades I can understand about 80% of his language these days. But occasionally his sentences are unmistakable and I get it right off the bat.

Such was the case yesterday when I heard him clearly yelling, “I lost my head! I lost my head!” Naturally I investigated right away, found him playing with the skeleton’s legs and partial spinal cord. It had, indeed, lost its head.