Took the kids to the store.
When we got out of the car, Nathan was wearing one winter snow glove.
"Nathan, what are you doing?"
"Mama, shh... I want people to see me and think, 'Oh! That boy has a robot hand."
Who can argue with that opportunity?
Sure enough, a few times as we went through the store, he's whisper, "Mama, that guy's looking at me. I'll bet he's thinking I have a robot hand."
Yeah, something like that...