this is a guest posting from my husband...
We went to the park last night to talk while Lucas played
"So we are sitting at the park talking and Lucas comes up and says: "that boy said I'm a liar"..."I told him that I had surgery and then I got my legs and he doesn't believe me"; to which Heidi replies "you should have told him that I lion ate them, then you could really freak him out and pull one of your legs off to show him..."
...and I wonder why I have issues." (peter)
What he neglected to share was how Lucas completely cracked up and was searching the boy out to show him. I was dying of laughter and so was he. Peter just had his face in his hands and was shaking his head.
Unfortunately, it was time for the boy to go so Lucas never got the chance to show him.
Nobody gave me the rule book on how to raise a child with prosthetics or missing limbs. My number one response is always "do something funny" to lighten the mood. I think we often take ourselves way too seriously. And people walk around on pins and needles uncertain what they can and cannot say. Humor is my "go to". Will you laugh with me?