A few minutes after putting Liam to bed the other night, a plaintive wail escaped his room:

“Daddy? DADDY! My Elvis doesn’t feel good.”

“Your what, Liam?”

“My Elvis! It hurts!”

“What’s your Elvis?”

“You know, my Elvis bone.”

“You mean this down here?”

“Yes, my Elvis!”

“Liam, I think you misunderstood the word. That’s your pelvis. Well, let’s wait a few minutes and see if it feels better.”

Five minutes later

“Liam, how’s your Elvis feeling?”

“DADDY! It’s my pelvis. And it’s feeling better”