Mean bone

Johnny's friend Alex is an only child with a very gentle older mom and dad. Over Christmas break, John was playing with Alex while both his mom and dad were at home. John had never met the dad before. Alex's mom said to John, "You'll like Alex's dad. He doesn't have a mean bone in his body." John had a wonderful time. But this idea of "mean bones" I think has been swirling in his head ever since. Last Sunday at mass, John was on my lap and was looking at my hands, playing with my watch, etc. He saw the tendon that runs on the inside forearm and kind of sticks out and whispered to me, "Mom, I think that's your mean bone."