On Wednesday, my friend Erica took Luke for a couple of hours to play with her son and two other boys (I know, she is the best). They played at the park and walked to the bakery for donuts. Then they headed to her house to play and that's where I picked up Luke. Erica and I were chatting and the boys were playing some sort of soccer/tackle game. The two boys, Reese and Drew, who are brothers, decided this game did not require shirts, so of course Luke and Marcus followed suit and wanted their shirts off. The game continued and I leaned over to Erica and said, "I will be so curious to hear what Luke has to say the first time he gets asked about his scar."
Not two minutes later, I hear Reece ask, "Hey Luke, where did you get that big scratch?"
I was somewhat waiting for this response: "That's where the doctors fixed my special heart." Or maybe even, "That's my superman scar. It means I'm tough." Both statements are what we have said about his scar.
Luke's response? A shrug and an "I don't know."
Then the game continued again.
Such a big deal to mom and dad. So not a big deal to Luke or his buddies. Amazing.