I was out just for about an hour last night and got a call before I got home that Mom was watching the kids while Jeffrey took Kayla to the after-hours clinic to be checked for a possibly broken finger. Yes, you guessed it, it's volleyball season again. How many broken/jammed fingers before she realizes that maybe it's not meant to be her sport?
I know, she'll never give it up, she loves it. Now that she's had her foot surgery, she hopes to really get more time to play, and Coach A at school told her that as soon as she's big enough (ha!) she has a guaranteed spot on the varsity team.
This time the finger's just jammed, no break. It's about 3 times its normal diameter this morning, but it's splinted and she's off to school with ibuprofen in her system and a happy disposition.
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