9 Toes And A Plumb

My dad told me this story. He and mom were watching the grandkids (my niece and two nephews) recently. Dad was working out on the back porch while Little Nephew (2) and Niece (6) were playing. Mom was inside with Older Nephew (8), playing Scrabble.

Dad had some scaffolding that was folded up on the back porch. Even with it all folded up, it was a couple of feet off the ground. Little Nephew thought this was the bestest toy ever. He'd climb up and jump off, climb up and jump off. Every couple of times he'd change things up by throwing something off into the yard.

Little Nephew found his grandpa's claw hammer. He gleefully tossed it toward grandpa's bare feet. That's when his advanced vocabulary lesson began.

Inside the house, Mom and Older Nephew heard Dad's extraordinary prose. Older Nephew looked up and said, "I wonder what Sister did this time."

Speaking as a fellow older brother, that line nearly killed me. Of *course* it's always the younger sister's fault! ;)

For the record, Dad's foot will (should?) be OK. He's got one toe that's pretty black and plump, though.