Poor Z broke a finger yesterday. He tried to catch a ball which had been lobbed really high. It came down on the tip of his finger. It hit at just the right angle to crack a bone in his finger. Fortunately, the fracture hasn't split.
Today it was splinted, but it will be treated further next week.
Z was very brave and has not made a fuss, even though he must be in pain. I would be happy for him to wail and cry, but he has been quite stoic, especially for a 9 year old.
For the next week or so, we will be eating food that are easy to eat with a spoon or one hand.
[By the way, I plan to keep my family fairly anonymous on this blog. So, generally there will not be identifying pictures on this blog. This is due to some unpleasant past dramas which have led to a need for some personal security measures. So, this is the most you will see of Z for now. Thanks for understanding.]