We were all working outside together trimming bushes and pulling weeds on this very windy morning in central Illinois. Shannon was helping me reach tall branches to trim when we heard a thump and Sara started crying. He attended to her and asked all the probing questions, "Did you trip? Did you skin your knee? Did you fall down? Did you get caught in Ivy's leash?"
No response on any of it--just crying.
"Did you hit yourself with your stick?" They had a stick that they were banging on the propane tank for a drum.
She finally paused and said "No."
"Well, what happened then?"
Sara gave us the answer we had been waiting for..."The wind blew me over."
Thankfully, I was behind the bush so she couldn't see me start to laugh!