The other day, Nolan had a scratch across his cheek. I couldn't recall him telling me he'd gotten hurt, so I bent down, gently rubbed the scratch and asked, "What happened, Buddy?"
Nolan looked puzzled and asked what I meant. I told him he had a scratch on his face.
Nolan nodded. "Oh", he said. "I scratched it."
And that clears everything up.
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