We went on a hike yesterday along the Niagara gorge, and at one point C fell pretty hard. This conversation took place tonight at bedtime.
C: Momma, my arm still hurts.
Me: Does it?
C: Yes. And my knee.
Me: I'm sorry to hear that.
C: Momma?
Me: Yes?
C: I think I've broken my pizzazz.
(Don't worry, internet friends, I think it's only sprained. Surely if C broke her pizzazz, the world would have tipped on its axis.)
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