Running into my bedroom while I was getting ready for the day, Mr. B yelled;
- “LOOK, Momma! I’m a hooker!”
Meaning (of course) that his limbs had been torn from his body and he had only a hook to use in place of his little hands. He spent the morning “hooking” doors, chairs, cabinets and anything else he could get his little appendage on, but only after agreeing that Captain Hook was a MUCH better description than merely calling himself a hooker.