My mom had an accident. She didn't see the step down going into a restroom and managed to collect a lump on her forehead and a sprained foot from the experience. There were no witnesses, so at least her pride wasn't hurt that much. We're thankful that her injuries weren't any worse. There was no concussion and her foot is getting better. She does hobble still and is finally getting to use the walking stick Dad got her, but other than that, she's doing well. Marguerite, on the other hand, is a great sympathizer and is limping around with a gauze bandage around her knee where there is a minuscule gash and a mosquito bite. She takes the walking stick and dramatically moans and groans as she props herself up using it. She does tend to forget herself sometimes and abandons her drama to pretend she's playing hockey with the walking stick (holds it upside down and finds some poor toy to use as a puck).