Broken shmoken

Jillian, reaching in to hug Bryan’s dad: “Hi! Merry Christmas!”

Bryan’s dad, who might not know my name: “Hi, girl. How are you?”

“Good! How are you?”

“Well, I can’t bend over, but I don’t have to do that much.”

“What? Why can’t you bend over?”

“Pretty sure I broke two ribs on my one side.”

“What? Did you go to the doctor?”

“No, but this is what it felt like last time I broke my ribs? So I don’t need to go to the doctor.”

“…okayyyyy. Makes sense…? How did it happen?”

“I tripped over a log and fell onto a log.”

Of course.

Arm wrestling with broken ribs (??)

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