So one day when he cam home from work, he found her sitting in the front yard, scissors in hand busily snipping away at the grass. The husband stood and watched for a while without saying anything, and then hung his head and walked into the house, only to return a few minutes later.
“Here,” he said, handing a toothbrush to his wife. “You’ll probably want to sweep the sidewalk after you finish mowing the grass.
Doctors say he’ll be OK, though he may walk funny the rest of his life (or was that sing funny?)