Bones

We had just sent Ethan to school and were on our way to his nursery. A lady was pushing a dog in a pram. Jethro saw the dog and suddenly told me he's scared of the dog. Before I could register it and ask him why, he volunteered the reason: "Because of bones inside."

The humour of it was not lost upon me and instead of assuring him, I regret to say that I played along with it. (I did debate for a quick while internally whether I should assure him or not, but the hilarity of it all was too much to bear.)

Me: So you think the dog will bite you because of your bones inside?

Jethro: Yes lor, I got so many bones...

Me: How many?

Jethro: (Pointing at his left forehead, his frontal bone, his left forehead, his cheek, proceeding to his neck as he counted) One, two, three, four...

 So on we went till about thirty-three, with my prompts at certain places like sixteen, twenty, thirty where he started losing count.

Me: We have more than one hundred bones in our body.

Jethro: I have one hundred bones (the "more than" being missed). I will lose a lot of blood and die.

Me: You will have one less bone.

Jethro: Why?

Me: Because the dog will bite one bone from you. Like, maybe your finger.

Jethro: My finger has many bones. I will lose a lot of blood...

Me: Remember we talked about the red blood cells making a net to stop the blood from flowing? Of course, maybe there is too much blood, so the red blood cells not enough, then must see a doctor.

Jethro: Yes, the red blood cells not enough. Doctor cannot see me, I must go and see him.

Then we talked about ambulance and then we sort of left it off somewhere as we drew near his school.

Jethro seemed quite fascinated about biology nowadays. There was a time when he talked to me about him inside my stomach and how he came out (over dinner). Parts of it were actually accurate. Anyway, that's for another time. He can talk non-stop at times and the words are too many to type now.