I was just getting ready for bed and I noticed next to my junk box in my bookshelf that Mitch's Swampthing (affectionately known to us as "Swampy") toy was sitting on the lap of my Mother with Children Willow Tree figurine along with the children. That made me laugh. We have Swampy because Mitch's company's name is Swampthing Environmental, so he collects Swampythings. This particular one has come in very handy over the years. He's very bendy so he is good for recreating falls and accidents for those who weren't there to witness them personally.
It was especially handy when I sprained my ankle falling down the steps:
(Remember, Swampy is me) Me: Oh! I misjudged and there is one more step, this is bad! I'm holding a pair of scissors in my hand! (not pictured) What if I stab myself? Oh no! Oh no!
Ow! Ow! My ankle doesn't bend this way! My foot is breaking off! "Aaaaaahhhhhhh!"
This is the worst pain anyone has ever felt EVER! Call 911!
Is my foot still attached? I think it isn't! Did I hear it crack? Did I actually hear bones crack? Is this what a compound fracture feels like?
See, it comes in handy.