Me: Ouch! You kicked me!
He: Sorry. I think I have Reckless Leg Syndrome.
Me: Reckless Leg Syndrome?
He: Mmmhmm.
Me: Reckless? You have Reckless Leg Syndrome?
He: I think so. I didn't kick you on purpose.
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2 comments:
Works for me. In fact, it may be an improvement over "restless."
He greatly improves the use of the English language as often as he can and it makes my insides twist. Reckless indeed.
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