Just Breathe and Smile
Sunday afternoon we were all sitting at our kitchen table when Lu said, "Oh, I want a pear"--followed by a quick move to grab said-pear from a basket on the table.
And somehow (seriously, we don't know how), she bonked her pinky on the hardwood table in a weird way when she went to reach for the pear.
And immediately she flinched and said, "I think I broke my pinky."
I couldn't imagine it; it seemed like a small bonk.
But sure enough, her pinky finger got chubby and immediately hurt. And 24 hours later, the x-ray from the ER showed the pinky is, in fact, fractured.
What the what?
It's wacky, I tell ya: breaking your pinky finger reaching for a pear.
Fortunately it is a small fracture and it is likely to heal in about 2-3 weeks.
Sometimes life is so nutty. Poor Lu and her pinky.
Blasted pears!
(PS: We were able to be online at the same time as our missionary son, Jay, yesterday--so we told him about Lu's finger. He's funny. He told her to come up with a better story because the pear one sounds too lame. LOL!)
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In other news:
Papaya had her first volleyball game last night. They lost (boooooo), but it was still fun (psst: it's co-ed):