These were the words that so easily flowed from my sister's lips every time she didn't want to do something. . . make her bed, clean up her toys, stop jumping on the bed, etc. I can't remember how long this stage in her life lasted, at least a year, but more like two or more years. Between the ages of 4 and 7-ish, Michelle stuck to her "my knee hurts" excuse with the childlike certainty that one day our mother would say, "You know Michelle, maybe your knee really does hurt. Certainly it must hurt since you've been sticking to your story for two years!" Not the case.
Instead it became a running joke that still comes up in conversations* to this day.
Mom: Will you get me a soda while you're up?
Me: I can't. My knee hurts.
John: Hey, baby. How you doin'? ::wink wink::
Me: I can't. My knee hurts.
Thus ensues much laughter.
I know I haven't updated in almost a year, but. . . my knee hurts.
* These conversations never actually occurred. While the actors may be real, the conversations were created purely for entertainment value.
