While playing football with Hubby's side of the family, Son #3 was tackled. His pinky assumed a jaunty angle.
Back inside the country club, Hubby asked if there was a doctor in the room. Five hands shot up.
They buddy taped the finger, we drove back home, and Son #3 and I hit the emergency room. Xrays confirm it is broken, so it is now in a fiberglass splint until we can get to his orthopedist, the day after Christmas.
Merry Christmas, everyone!