Yesterday at breakfast, Emmit must have been sitting on his foot. So, when he got up, his foot was asleep. He started moaning, saying, "Momma, I think my foot must be broken. You'll have to carry me."
I told him I couldn't carry him and that he'd have to stay put for a second until he could feel his foot again.
A few seconds later, his foot must have started tingling because he screamed, "OH! Now my foot feels ANGRY!"
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