When one of your grandchildren calls you and ask if you happen to have a wheelchair at your house they could borrow, it can't be good news.
My eleven year old grand daughter called and told me that..... well, I better back up and start from the beginning.
Saturday I called the grandkids and asked them to come over. We'll BBQ and swim in the pool. Then they could spend the night and we'll do it again the next day. The oldest said she'd have to ask Mom ( Mom was in the shower - she'd call me back ). Dad (my Son ) called me back and told me they bought a dirt bike. They were taking it out with friends with quads and doing some riding. "Oh, Ok have fun," I said.
OOPS.... I should have added "and be careful." Monday afternoon, I got the call. We have a lot of stuff out in the "barn" (as I call it:) but not a wheelchair. My husband found one on craigslist for free. I rushed out and picked it up and took to her.
Oh my! Poor baby - she fractured her leg and sprained her ankle. At the emergency room she said she got to choose the color of her cast. She picked purple. I signed it.
Not once did I say.... maybe you should have come to Grandma's house and gone swimming.