Remember my "Fat Fingers" post? I said:

Fingers do not fare well in my household. At this exact moment, Flip
has a splint on his finger because he broke his finger while
playing…wait for it…Nerf football. Long and willowy
fingers run in my family. I have spent half my life fielding questions
from people like, "Do you play the guitar? You have perfect fingers for
the guitar." (While my fingers might be great for playing the guitar,
my total lack of coordination precludes that particular hobby) And Flip
inherited those same fingers.

In a spectacular display of bad timing, Flip managed to break his middle finger while playing…you guessed it…football this weekend. This time was worse than last time- he chipped his growth plate and hairline fractured the other bone whose name escapes me at the moment. So we got a trip to the orthopedic surgeon.

Fortunately, it’s probably not going to need surgery, but I’ve decided to start a "Buy X rays for Ivy’s kids" fund. What really stinks is that we don’t get copies of the X rays to put on our windows for Halloween. Is there really anything creepier than one’s own bones hanging on the windows? I think not.