Conversations with Lucy, cont.

Driving home from school, I hear this moaaaan from the backseat.
"Lucy, what's wrong?"
Silence.
"My ears hurt," she finally says.
"Your ears?! What happened to them?"
Pause. "Somebody stuck their fingers in them. On the playground."
"Whaat?! Who??"
Silence.
"A child?"
Silence.

So I don't know. And I'm not going to know. But it's a weird story.