The MIL is here. She got here Monday- she has never stayed that long before.
She was telling us a story about a granddaughter who was playing on the playground one day. She was swinging pretty high and jumped out of the swing and landed on her butt.
The playground was covered with that sharp mulch stuff, have you seen it? It was what schools are using nowadays... If you push your hand down on it you will get a splinter. I don't understand why anyone thinks that is safe, but I am not the one in charge.
Back to the story... the child fell and landed just right- smack dab on top of one of those splintery pieces of bark. Right up her butt. She couldn't walk. It was so deep it had to be surgically removed. How awful. I just couldn't imagine. I am thinking- surely this playground has had all of the mulch vacuumed out of it by now!
But late last night DH informed me that I misunderstood- it didn't go deep in her butt, it went deep in her foot! Geez. OK. Read the story again and replace the word butt with the word foot. I guess she wasn't speaking with enough of a southern drawl for me to understand.
True story.
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