Little guy on the phone on Friday: "Mom, can you pick me up from the bus stop? I hurt my pinky."
Me: "Why? You don't need your pinky to walk home, use your legs and feet."
Little guy: "Pleeeeeease, mom. It's five times the normal size!!!"
Me: "OK, but it better look bad."
So how did it look? Well, maybe "twice its normal size" would have been a more accurate representation of the digit. And painful, without a doubt.
Me: "So, I suppose no karate then tonight, eh?"
Little guy: "No, I'm fine for karate."
OK, so I'm sure you're seeing the not-making-sense part of this as well, right? Anyway, one karate class, at least five or six hard-core football scrimmages in the front yard, and several wrestling matches later, we're heading to the bone-ologist tomorrow to have it x-rayed and diagnosed.
Tune in tomorrow to hear the latest!
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