Medium Fry: Unca D, my fumbs awre cwacked.
Hubby: They are?
Medium fry: Yes.
Hubby: Why are they cracked?
Medium Fry: Becawse dey'wre owld.
After recounting that conversation to my dad, he decided that he was going to closely monitor the state of his thumbs from now on.
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