Ok, you all know we're a little weird.  That won't surprise anyone.  One of our many quirks is the general disdain for band-aids.  I learned it at home.  Wounds need to "breathe" to heal and all that jazz.  Later, when I became a mom, I just never bought them.  My children, the improvisers that they are, would get a cut or scrape and just go to the bathroom, wad up some toilet paper, and slap it on the wound until it quit bleeding.   Don't ask who got the idea in the first place or why but hey, it works.  So, with that in mind...

Picture the scene:

Lorna skips merrily through the hallway.  Lorna falls flat on her face/shoulder.  Lorna wails.  Lorna stands up again and screams.....

wait for it....

You know what is coming....

TOILET PAPER!!!!

Yes... only in the Havig house would injury to a shoulder produce a cry for TOILET PAPER.

Proof you ask?  Ok.... how's that little baby... it was even funnier in the hallway with the swamp cooler making the TP flutter like leaves in the breeze.

I love the first one.... WOE IS ME....

SNORT.