He nodded.
"Do you understand what I just told you Dad? Two things: Don't touch your head, and don't pull on anything."
He turned his head and gave me that "WTF, do you think I'm stupid" look.
"Of course not."
I untied him and he let his hand stretch out a moment. He let out a big sigh, quickly and squishily poked his skull-free zone, and then smiled.
Jerk.
Iron Chef Daddy-o. Specialty? Meat and Potatoes.
If I had the opportunity, I too would be unable to resist touching my own brain. Afterall, it is my brain.
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