I had just stuck the second leg of my nylons over my foot. I leaned against the side of the bed to keep my balance, looking up when Trooper burst into the room. "Hey, that looks like a zombie," he said, indicating the length of light tan hose that hung from my toes for about sixteen inches. "Hehe, I'm just teasing you. It's my imagination."
What's odder than a kid who asks to eat fish for dinner? A kid who spontaneously announces that he wants to eat broccoli with it. What's even odder than that? A kid who gets excited when offered Brussels sprouts in place of the broccoli.
"And what is this?" the doctor asked, showing Trooper a sketch of an igloo. It was about thirty minutes into his three hour evaluation, and he was still having fun.
"That's… I forget what it's called. It's where polar bears live."
"O.K.," the doctor said, nodding that this was an acceptable answer, if a little outside the norm. "What do they do there?"
Trooper put his finger on his chin, thinking. "Um… Oh!" he said as the answer came to him. "They eat people!"