So yesterday we made one of our annual trips to the ER. Yes, its now official I think, we make at least about 1 trip a year. All three boys have been, but Jack is easily leading with the most trips.What happened now? Motor Vehicle Door closed by well meaning sibling vs. 5 year olds hand.
Well, we were getting ready to go out and the eldest two go out to get in the truck while I go in the kitchen to grab cups. Dad runs back upstairs to get socks for Max and then there is screaming. No biggie. We don't run at the sound of screaming. I grab a hand towel to wash my hands and walk out of the kitchen towards garage door as my Super Secret Agent come in with his hands clasped and full of blood.
Ironically, or luckily he managed to not get any on his clothes or my clothes or the carpet. I called Doc and start looking for any hanging digits as he mumbles something about taking on a door. No hanging digits, but they were pretty nasty so we cleaned him up and checked him out and decided to go make sure nothing was broken.
Needless to say the trip out didn't happen until we left the ER about an hour and a half later. (Which as a side note I was wondering how long we'd live here before going in and Doc knowing everyone there. It was pretty neat.) So far so good. He has a splint and a possible fracture down by the knuckle of the finger that took the brunt of the damage. For now we wait a couple days and see what Radiology says.
I was giving him a bad time afterward that I was going to call him Captain Hook. He said no so I started making up new names and finally in his laughing he says, 'No Mom! I'm One Hand Jack!'
What a riot. He did, however, check first thing upon getting home that he could maneuver enough to play his X-Box. Priorities you know.
