One day, Son #1 and I were at the local hospital where Abuelita (Grandma) works. We stood patiently outside the door of the laboratory and dialed her extension. Abuelita answered and after a brief conversation she said she would come out to the hallway to visit.
Son #1 sat on a tile and meticulously colored in his coloring book. A door across the hall opened and a man with a prosthetic leg walked out. Son #1 looked up, spied the man with the prosthetic leg, and asked. "Is that where people get new legs?"
I smiled and quietly answered. "Sure looks like it."
As the man walked down the hall, Son #1 thought for a moment and said. "When I grow up and visit a hospital, I don't want to get a new leg."
I almost burst a blood vessel trying to keep from laughing and replied. "Son, when you grow up you can keep your own legs. No one is going to make you get new legs."