It’s never a good sign when a child calls you at a time when the child shouldn’t be calling you. But that’s what happened on Thursday morning at 930 when Nathanael called me. I couldn’t answer, and 3 minutes later Jen called. Couldn’t answer that either. Then I got the “call me 911” text.
While at work that morning, Nathanael absolutely crushed the tip of his left middle finger with a mallet. So him, Jen and Ruthie spent the day first at the Urgent Care for work related injuries, then the ER. Still waiting to see what the possible permanent damage might be. He’s been quite a trooper, and is a lot tougher then his dad.
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