This time it was for my football playing son, Luke. During practice yesterday, he collided with another player, and somehow managed to get his finger caught in a bad spot and broke it. So once again, midnight found me sitting in a hospital waiting for one of my children to be made all better.
This by the way proves my contention that boys are easier to raise than girls. They splinted Luke's finger, prescribed a pain killer, and we went home.
No fuss, no muss,and no sleeping on a hard chair.
Posted by Rich at August 2, 2006 11:02 PM | TrackBack