Omigosh, Opa, too funny! I have a similar story about my oldest daughter, who is now 18.
When the kids were little, I collected porcelain Santa villages. Every year, we would get a new piece for the village and set it all up on the fireplace hearth, which was huge. My daughter, Mandy, used to fight non-stop with her younger brother, David. When Mandy was 5, and David was 2 1/2, they were fighting in front of the fireplace over which stocking belonged to whom. David pushed Mandy and she fell with the flat of her palm on top of a ceramic elf. The elf's candy cane snapped and sliced the palm of her hand, requiring stitches. I took her to the ER, and the triage nurse said, "Honey, what happened to your hand?" My little 5 year old, curly-haired cherub replied, "My brother pushed me onto an elf and he cut me with his candy cane!" The nurse looked at me and said, "You're going to have to explain this one, Mom." This is one of those family Christmas stories that is told year after year.
When the kids were little, I collected porcelain Santa villages. Every year, we would get a new piece for the village and set it all up on the fireplace hearth, which was huge. My daughter, Mandy, used to fight non-stop with her younger brother, David. When Mandy was 5, and David was 2 1/2, they were fighting in front of the fireplace over which stocking belonged to whom. David pushed Mandy and she fell with the flat of her palm on top of a ceramic elf. The elf's candy cane snapped and sliced the palm of her hand, requiring stitches. I took her to the ER, and the triage nurse said, "Honey, what happened to your hand?" My little 5 year old, curly-haired cherub replied, "My brother pushed me onto an elf and he cut me with his candy cane!" The nurse looked at me and said, "You're going to have to explain this one, Mom." This is one of those family Christmas stories that is told year after year.