On the last day of school our neighborhood had a fun BBQ to celebrate. Caleb ran through the grass, tripped on a hole in the grass, fell and busted his arm. We visited Grandpa who was fortunately working a shift.
Last summer, Luke was running, tripped in the grass, fell and busted his arm. We visited Grandpa who was fortunately working a shift.
Next summer, I expect Greta will run in the grass, trip and bust her arm. We will visit Grandpa who, hopefully, will be working a shift.