Your leg is hurt...

Our neighbor Mrs. Edwards has been through some tough times lately. She lost her husband to lung cancer a couple of months ago. Then she lost her brother last week. Anyway, I take her food at least once a week, and we sit and talk to her whenever we can. Our boys love her. She is very sweet. She lost her one of her legs to a medical condition several years ago, so she gets around by using crutches. Sunday afternoon, Hank was taking Tres to my parent's house to spend the night since we had to get up early for Bryant surgery. As they were heading out to the car, I hear Tres yell... "Hey Mrs. Edwards!" I didn't hear the rest, but Hank came back in after he got Tres into his car seat to fill me in. He said, Mrs. Edwards waved and said hello. Then Tres hollars across the yard, "Your leg is hurt Mrs. Edwards. And you don't got one!" We laughed so hard! I thought I was going to wet my pants. I think it tickled Mrs. Edwards too. She mentioned it to me later and chuckled. All the neighborhood kids ask her about it.