I Told You So!

It finally happened. Danny's pinky finger was crushed in Sarah's bedroom door yesterday. Crushed. It was FLAT. Thank goodness, Steve was not traveling yesterday and I was able to take Danny to the urgent care without his sister. We spent an hour waiting in a lobby of Columbus Childrens' Hospital where I would not let him play. I was afraid that he'd get something much worse than a crushed finger. He had xrays and a doctor bent his finger all around...nothing broken. How can a finger be flat and not be broken? God has truly designed us well, I guess.