Wednesday morning, Quinn woke me up by saying..."Mom, I think I broke my pinkie toe."
(Nothing like a little shock and worry to get the blood flowing in the morning.)
What had happened was....he basically kicked his door frame as he was walking out of his room.
Look at that pitiful little fat toe...unfortunately, that is swelling and not chubbiness that has made that toe look so fat.
I took him to the doc Wednesday morning to make sure it wasn't broken or dislocated. Luckily it wasn't either. It is just a bone bruise. The only problem is he can't get a shoe on it, so he will be on crutches for a few days.
It's sad and funny at the same time. I've broken toes before and they hurt something fierce. But just the whole thought of stubbing a toe makes me chuckle a little. Is that cruel? hehehe
Anyways, give him a hard time if you see him.
Prairie Godmother
1 year ago
1 comment:
Poor guy! That had to HURT!
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