One of the more annoying components of Connie's trip to Montreal is what happened to Lawrence on Elly's watch. Elly, you see, was as attentive a babysitter as she was a parent and the poor kid busted his leg. Why, you may ask? Simple. While Elly was too busy feeling sorry for herself to see what he and Mike were up to, the dumb kid decided to show off and ride Mike's bike onto an icy patch; he lost control of the thing and slammed himself into a tree and the rest, like Mike's brand new bike, is history. The interesting thing is Connie's response. She knew that she should go home to be with her son but decided to keep on trying to get Phil to be Mister Connie. The end result of that was his dropping the "It's not you, it's me" bomb on her. She came back home to an angry child yelling at her for not being there when he needed her; this added to her woes because she spent most of that year feeling humiliated and wondering what was wrong with her that she didn't have a man, any man. The moral of this is quite clear; Lawrence's leg got busted not because he was a regular dumb kid doing something stupid because of a lack of supervision but because his mother was selfish and sinful. If she were content to live in shame and not expect anything but the clucking interference of nasty dolts like Elly and Annie, her boy wouldn't have as bad a time of it; he also wouldn't probably have turned out gay.