Nobody knew that the painter had a prosthetic leg on, at least not until it fell off of him…while he was standing on the ladder.
Fortunately the fearless five-year-old boy had no problem picking up the false leg and returning it to his owner. Who was that fearless five-year-old? Well, that boy was me.
Of course if I saw it happen now I would still be willing to hop up and grab it, but I won’t lie and say that I wouldn’t laugh. I hope that I wouldn’t laugh, but I can’t guarantee it. I know, it is not very nice but it is kind of funny.