Okay. I totally made that up.
But we have had two broken fingers in our family in the past month.
***** Break 1 *****
It all started with a story... And a story it ended up being. Liam came home from school complaining that his finger hurt. He "APPARENTLY" had been tapping his finger on his desk, you know, playing a little finger drums while he should have been learning about distributive properties when suddenly he got a pinching sensation in the back of his finger. He immediately sought medical attention at the nurses office. According to him she told him it might be a pinched nerve. Sent him back to his class. I informed him he would probably survive. The next morning he woke up and his finger was HUGE and bruised pretty bad. We decided to take him to the doctor. Diagnosis Proximal interphalangeal joint dorsal avulsion fracture. If he had broken his finger from tapping it we needed to have him evaluated for either brittle bone disorder OR bone crushing strength...
The next day his school called me to inform me that he had a few unexcused absences and I told the "counselor" that he had broken his finger at school and that is why he had missed yesterday. She was shocked. Surprised. Usually they fill out incident reports if a child gets hurt at school. Okay, not usually, ALWAYS. 5 minutes later the school nurse calls me. Apologizing. She HAD seen him in her office, right after he had gotten in trouble at lunch for messing around. Truth came out. Incident report was filed. We received a copy of it. He wasn't tapping his finger. Lesson learned. Don't stick your finger in places it doesn't belong. EVER.
****** Break 2 ******
Remember when I said that cute little 2 year old was a handful? Case in point... It all started with a 2 year old and a plastic toggle...
I was standing talking to my parents. Noah was playing beside me. I was wearing a jacket that has elastic cording around the bottom. The elastic is coming out of the casing a little. He was pulling and playing with this. He pulled the elastic a little harder then he should have and then fell backwards taking the cording with him. At about 6 feet away he released the cording from his sweet little cherub hands. At which point it SHOT back at me. The little plastic toggle SMASHED into my hand. Immediately I said a few words... (insert your choice of cuss words here)... I have never been shot. I hope to never get shot. I am not making light of people who have been shot but I swear it felt like I had been shot. In the finger. By a 2 year old. With a plastic toggle. HURT SO DAMN BAD! It took 2 days to get into the doctor. Sure enough. It was broken. In the exact spot the toggle had hit. The upside? (because yes there is one) For the next 3-4 weeks I get to flip everyone off.
