Barnacle Boy played one round of dodge ball this week. Or not quite one round - he gave it up after a ball collided with his hand. His little finger swelled up, turned purple and green. Off we went to the pediatrician, then to get an X-ray, then back to the pediatrician. Monday we're for the hand surgeon. Happy Friday the 13th?
Thankfully, we have good insurance coverage and the Boy isn't in significant pain. He's grown enough to solo with the X-ray tech (who, along with the radiologist, stayed overtime so we wouldn't have to go to the ER on a Friday night - an unlooked for grace of the day). He reappeared marveling at how the technology has improved since his last encounter with radiology (a partially severed Achilles tendon - all I'll say is that when your mother says don't play with scissors, she generally has a good reason). "It was just like iPhoto, Mom. They dragged and dropped the images they wanted on the screen." We decided they could call it iRay.