Every Joint

We have a classroom skeleton named Henry.

He has been a part of our classroom for eleven years, and it shows.

When my oldest child was nine, Henry lost a leg in an unfortunate incident with a toddler tantrum. I never could find it.

When we moved, Henry lost his eye sockets, and my practical child said, “Skeletons aren’t really supposed to have eyes, anyway.”

Somewhere around the time my youngest child began walking, Henry’s left arm fell off, was reattached backward, and has for...