A voice from within the box fort: "pretend you don't know that I'm picking it."
"it" being the scab on his forehead from when he split it open last week.
I told him to come out and looked at his scab. A part that I noticed was starting to come off last night is gone.
Me: "you pulled part of it off!"
Lukasz: "I was trying to stick it back on."
... This kid makes me laugh.