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...