Polishing the Silver

While alarming, discovering that one cannot in fact walk on ones tippy toes by the process of trying and having ones leg virtually disappear from under one and tipping alarmingly close to the floor before catching a wall placed conveniently nearby does in fact have it's lighter moments, as the aforementioned-and true to life-scenario demonstrates.
The seeming loss of ones leg can also come in handy when one is trying to lighten the mood of one's heartsick teenage daughter. Slapstick comedy, even of the involuntary sort, can never be out of place.
Too, the placement of rubber bands stretched in a triangular fashion between ones upper and lower cuspids resulting in slobbery lispy speech of the "thay it don't sthpray it" thort will, one is certain, provide hours of entertainment to the one thus afflicted. One will not mention the ineffective repetitive banging of one's toothbrush against said rubberbands in an hilarious attempt at tooth brushing.
Polishing the silver lining of one's dark cloud does indeed take some doing, but one finds the resulting shine is worth the effort.