It’s only fun until someone jams a finger.

Then it goes back to being fun until the next day when she can’t bend the finger without laughing while crying.

Yesterday at the pool the kids were tossing the basketball around and Yessa tried to catch it on the end of one finger. She iced for awhile at the pool, and has been a total trooper about it.

Today she has a sausage finger.

We’ve got it strapped up, and she’s handling it well, but as anyone who has jammed a finger knows, it does not feel good.