I may not be around on Monday because the accident prone Melchior boys need to go back to the orthopaedist - ok, just J.J. He broke his left thumb diving for a baseball today, so we did the whole Emergency Room thing, yada yada, and need to head to the orthpaedist in the morning.
Scary, but I've been there so often that I actually know the correct spelling of ORTHOPAEDIST.
When we were headed home from the hospital, via McDonalds (the sure cure all supper), J.J. wanted to call some of his teammates to tell them that he would be out 4-6 weeks, but then he looked at me and said, "You'd better do it, Mom. I think I'm going to cry."
It made me feel broken too.
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