What would family time mean for us without a quick trip to the Emergency Room? In this case, the words we wanted to hear were, “Thank goodness, his fingers aren’t broken.”
See the little guy to the left holding up his wounded paw? This is what happens when a not-so-friendly game of ‘keep the boys out of our room’ ends in fingers slammed in the hinges side of the door. Oh, and by the way, the door was slammed AND LOCKED with the little buddy’s fingers inside. A full 45 seconds to get the door open and his fingers out.
I thought the ER was a safe bet. Daddy thought otherwise until Mommy (that’s me, by the way….and a very SMART me, I might add) gently reminded Daddy that we were talking about his pitching hand. Daddy turned white and went to get the car.
Mommy 1: Daddy 0. Cooper: Happy, slightly mangled, but with unbroken fingers (and a DEFINITE fear of the ER..remember the catheter incident? It is always good when the ER staff RECONGNIZES YOU!)