Several years ago, we were sitting around the dinner table after eating Sunday dinner at my mom's. This is the time when mom usually fills everyone in on the family news she's received since the last time she gave us the family news.
The big news this particular week was that the son of one of my dad's cousins had been in a car wreck and had lost several toes on each foot. Other than the tragic loss of his toes, the guy came out in reasonably good shape.
"How did he lose his toes?" someone asked.
"I don't know," said mom.
Someone else asked, "You mean, he had a fairly bad wreck and his only injury was that he lost a few toes?"
"Yep," mom said, "That's what his mom said."
We all looked at each other for a minute and then my brother asked, "What was he doing? Trying to stop his car like Fred Flintstone?"