I found a picture to describe this week!

(I'm the horse. ) I love how the guys running to help aren't even laughing! This photo cracks me up!

This reminds me of one time when my sister Andrea and I were pushing our brother, Mark, on a tire swing. We were pushing him really, really high so that he could kick the tree branches with his foot. Then, after kicking the branch a few times, the swing came back down--without Mark! The fuzz on his shoestring had caught on the bark of the tree, and he was suspended--upside down and absolutely hysterical!--from the tree, about 10 feet up. Andrea and I were laughing so hard we couldn't help him down. Side splitting, face hurting, gasping for air laughing. Mark was flailing and swinging at us with his fists, shouting and crying. Which would not be funny at all now, but sure was then! Grandaddy ran out, gave us all a good chewing, and got the ladder to help Mark down, thus saving his life.

These guys running to help the horse are much better people than we were. :)