Seriously--it's starting to become funny now. Except for the pain--that part isn't very funny. If you read my post about our injuries to our feet, you would kind of think we had gotten our year's worth of injuries behind us, right?
Well, apparently not. Tonight, N broke his toe. Walking. That's it. That's all he was doing. Walking. Of course, he had no shoes on (because he is my child) and his toe just "folded over" and he stepped down on it and broke it. He now has a VERY FASHIONABLE rigid shoe to wear and is back on the crutches to finish out the school year. Fun fun.
Cross your fingers that the "bad things come in threes" rule actually does apply here, which would mean that this would be the last one. I don't want it to be a "your turn, my turn" thing. I don't want it to be my turn again.
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