At Uncle Ted's high school graduation, Husby reaggravated an old paint-ball injury and ended up with an anke the size of my prego belly. After ice and some rest, the pain seemed a bit too reminiscent of the break of almost a decade ago and we made the trip to the emergency room to get some X-rays. We, of course, made it a family adventure. A Wendy's picnic in the waiting room led to a tour of the emergency room facilities.
By the end, both were pretty good sports and we got out pretty unscathed. And Daddy just had a bad sprain. He got to head home to put his foot up and on ice again while Sophie and I went to a picnic. Stink Bug was a total angel.