Battle royale...

It's easy to bust Didgeridoo Boy. (See this post about his body language.) Since I got my cast, he's been on a mission from hell to sign it. I won't let him, as I know all to well what he's going to do. He's damned well going to write something offensive because that's just how he is. Yet I have to admit, I admire his perseverance. Tomorrow marks the halfway point with this thing - I will have had it on for exactly four weeks. And yet, as if he had never tried before, into the bedroom he pranced last night with a Sharpie and a grin:

Didge: "Hey! Let me sign your cast!"

GKG: "No."

Didge: "You let other people sign it. Come on!"

GKG: "No!"

Didge: "Why not?" (At which point he turned his body in such a way that had him no longer facing me full-on.)

GKG: "Because I know what you are going to write on it."

Didge: "I AM NOT GOING TO WRITE 'FART' ON YOUR CAST!"

GKG: "Then you're going to write something like 'booger'."

Didge: "I AM NOT. Let me sign your cast. Really. You let all those other people sign it and not me."

I looked at him. He was still at a diagonal, and then his left leg jiggled. A-ha.

Didge: "Why would you think I would do that?"

GKG: "Because that is who you are."

Didge, with his leg still jiggling: "I won't! I promise! I'll just write my name!"

And with his leg still jiggling, he got the giggles.

GKG: "Get away from me. Now."

I can assure you, he's not signing my cast.