Friday, February 27, 2009

poor little lamb

James plays basketball every Thursday. He leaves at about 8:30 pm and doesn't get back until around 11:30. So last night when he walked in at 9:15 I knew something was wrong. He walked in the house....

James: What? Nothing.... nothing.
Me: Why are you home so early?
James: I don't know, nothing.
Me: What happened?
James: Nothing.
Me: You better tell me what happened.
James: Oh I just hurt my finger a little.

Today it is bruised all over and really swollen. He probably broke it, poor little guy. So I have been making him ice it faithfully and I got him a cute little finger splint. I know, I am such a good wifey.


rushton family archives said...

church ball is so dangerous!!