what a trip

After tripping and rolling my ankle on the stairs, I limped down to the couch and Kim brought me my usual bag of frozen vegetables. Lauren came to my side and asked, "What happened, Mom?"

"I tripped on the stairs."

"And then you fell on the stairs?"

"Yes."

"The same stairs you tripped on?" She giggled.

"Yes."

"And then you fell down in a knot?" She giggled again.

"Yes."

"Like a pretzel?" 

"Kind of."

She laughed out loud and walked away.