Now You’ve Really Put Your Foot In It
(I have just gotten home from working a twelve hour shift and am about to lie down and go to sleep when my older sister barges in, screaming.)
Older Sister: “[My Name], get to the garden NOW! Mom and [Younger Sister] need your help!”
(Tired and confused, I walk outside and find my mom freaking out and my younger sister sitting on the hill beside the garden.)
Me: “Uh… what’s going on?”
Younger Sister: “My foot got stuck in a hole.”
(I look down, and sure enough her left leg is stuck in a muddy hole up to her knee.)
Me: “How did that happen?”
Younger Sister: “I think this was from where Dad tore down that old greenhouse.”
Mom: “CALL 911!”
(I shook my head and headed over the tool shed to grab a shovel. It took roughly ten minutes to dig my sister’s foot out, all while repeatedly telling my Mom “no, we do not need the fire department.” I was not going to cut off my sister’s foot with the shovel all while my older sister paced behind us nervously — and while my younger sister was laughing her head off.)