So I'm in the bathroom, busy with the thrilling experience of the home hair dye job when I hear Gracie and Finny rushing breathlessly up the stairs:
Finny: (great consternation) Oh my WOID (word) OH MY WOID!!!
Gracie: It's ok Honey! It's going to be OK! OK Finny!! we've got to get her upstairs, she is going to need surgery.
Finny: Oh my gosh! Oh my WOID!
Gracie: Yes her head is cracked open....... It will be OK honey (an aside to whomever's head is cracked open ..it would seem from the description given later to the paramedics that it is the much beloved yet hideously unattractive orange haired doll whose arm is also, in fact, falling off-she's had a hard life, poor thing)
Finny: Oh MY WOID!!
Gracie: Ok so get her onto my bed. Let's see what we can do for her.Hmmmm..... I will call the Dr.
Finny: It''s Ok honey, the Dr. will be here soon, it's going to be alright.
Gracie: (On the phone). Hi. We've got a girl here, she cracked her head open. She's really scared, you need to come right away... (Pause) YES I knw what to do and I'm working really hard on her here but you need to get here, there is only so much I can do! (Pause) What do you mean you've got something else to do? You have got to GET HERE NOW! (Pause)
Me: SO??!!! WHAT? ARE THEY COMING???!!!
Finny: Close the door Gracie.
No, they actually do not watch TV hospital drama so I'm not sure where this is coming from but I tell you, it's compelling stuff. I was completely swept away there for a moment. I think it is so funny that Finny especially is already so self conscious about me listening in on their little scenarios. I so wish I could be a fly on the wall for all of them. A fly with a video recorder.