Fourteen years and four kids later, the inevitable finally happened.
Our first broken bone. Poor Kimberly.
How did my ever-so-cautious 11-year-old break her finger you ask?
sigh.
Goofing off with her best friend during drama practice at school.
You gotta' love those phone calls from the school:
8:40 a.m.
"Mom?" "Can you come pick me up?"
"Why, what's up - didn't I just drop you off?"
"I broke my finger."
"WHAT!?!?!? Are you sure?"
"Um,...yah...the finger is facing a different direction from the other fingers."
"I'll be right there."
Our first broken bone. Poor Kimberly.
How did my ever-so-cautious 11-year-old break her finger you ask?sigh.
Goofing off with her best friend during drama practice at school.
You gotta' love those phone calls from the school:
8:40 a.m.
"Mom?" "Can you come pick me up?"
"Why, what's up - didn't I just drop you off?"
"I broke my finger."
"WHAT!?!?!? Are you sure?"
"Um,...yah...the finger is facing a different direction from the other fingers."
"I'll be right there."
5 comments:
You had quite the morning mama Rimington!
Why was she in drama before school? Oh, is she in the school play this year? Was she freaking out? I think I probably would if my finger was facing the wrong way. :)
Yikes! Give Kimberly our love!
I love the finger facing different comment. On the bright side, I had a great visit with Kimberly at Grandma's the other day. What a beautiful young lade she is becoming. You've done good Mom (and Dad)!
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