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I had my granddaughter with me yesterday when I visited the chiropractor. On our way out of the office she began skipping across the parking lot. She wanted me to join in with her. At my age, walking is a feat, but I did my fake skipping. When I did, she remarked that my skipper wasn't broken any more. You see, when I am too tired or have already skipped a whole lot, I tell her my skipper is broken. She went on to say that her mommy's skipper is still broken. I asked her where do you go to get your skipper fixed? She quickly replied, "At the choirocracker!"