Jet was rolling around on his bed with his arms entwined with his legs, all curled up against his chest in a position of flexibility that, usually, only the double-jointed or the very young can reach. I went to fill his humidifier, and suddenly I heard this *thump* and a *crunch* and I bounded back into a room to find Jet on the floor.
"Are you okay?" I cried.
Jet beamed at me and laughed and laughed as he got up.
"You nut!" I said, relieved
"I cracked, Momma! I'm a nut! I cracked and popped open!" Jet responded in delight. "I *am* a nut."