Z came home last Sunday afternoon after spending the night with the Scare Bear and Blade at their family's plantation (we hang with the upper crust, don't ya know?).
For this particular story's sake, let me interject with some background characters - Gran is the Scare Bear's granny, Mimi is her aunt, Couita is her cousin's almost 2 year old daughter.
"Momma, Gran's uncle's foot felled off and it's wubbery and bloody. I don't know what to do with it."
I nodded and she ran off to play. Throughout the day, she would return.
"Momma, Mimi's uncle's brother's foot felled off. It's very wubbery. What should we do with it?"
Each time she would return, the relatives would become more and more obscure, the details remaining mainly the same. To say the least, I was perplexed. I knew that the Scare Bear's family had some issues with illness, but she had not mentioned any major surgery, particularly not involving any recent amputations.
"Momma, Couita's father's brother's uncle's father's friend's foot felled off. It's very very wubbery. I don't know what to do with it."
Finally, the next day we attended a barbecue (sort of) at the Scare Bear's cave and I encouraged Z to ask her about it.
"Scare Bear, Gran's uncle's brother's father's foot felled off. It is bloody, wubbery and very dirty. I don't know what to do with it."
The Scare Bear began to giggle.
You know those rubber feet that people used to attach to their trunks to look as though there was a dead body in there?
Mimi had put one in the children's toy box.
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