Overheard this conversation today.
"Hey," says the neighbor boy, as he sits next to my son on the bumper of the minivan.
My 12 year old son, "Hey, Chandler."
"I'm not using my arms for an hour."
(Okay, so this is classic me as a 12 year old. I got so proficient at elective armlessness that I could write pretty fluidly and change a cassette tape and play music with my feet.)
My son says, "Later, Chandler. I gotta go get a drink of water, which I know how to do."
About twenty minutes later, my son walks into the room just maniacally wiggling his fingers. "Ahhh! It feels so right!"