If i ever need to get a prosthetic leg I am going to get one that transforms into a motorbike.
I wish they made them.
By some coincidence, i recently rediscovered an advice column (Tell Me About It, by Carolyn Hax, dated 03-21-11?) which i clipped out of the Washington Post. A reader submitted this letter:
When my youngest son, Ethan, was about 4, we were invited to swim in a neighbor's pool with their family. Also invited was a young man who had lost one of his legs in a motorcycle accident. Ethan watched the young man unstrap his leg at the edge of the pool, and then quietly approached him. Ethan whispered, "Are you a transformer?" The young man nodded and replied, "Yes, I am. I'm an Autobot." Ethan was stunned. The young man slid into the water and as he performed his physical therapy my son followed in an inner tube. For more than an hour this man spun the most outrageous tales of his exploits as a transformer for one awed little boy. Before he left he told me it was one of the best days since his accident.
Children are curious but generally are also very accepting. Prepare them for changes but don't discourage them from approaching [an injured relative] as they would have before the accident.
Oddly fitting here, ain't it? Especially with the motorcycle thing.
i also wonder if "one awed little boy" was supposed to be "one odd little boy". (If Ethan is reading this, i mean that as a compliment.)