If you don't want your finger stuck...

Then don't stick it in. Charlie was playing around tonight and decided to put his finger in one of the holes of a wiffle ball. And it was stuck. Really stuck. His finger started turning blue. We tried water and scissors, and our friend Heather who was over even had the good idea to use oil. But nothing worked.

I packed the kids in the car, in their pajamas, and headed for the ER. Luckily on the way over, I saw a firetruck parked at the Mexican produce market on my street. I stopped and showed them Charlie's finger, and they cut it off with their huge scissors right there with Charlie still buckled in his carseat. I kept telling them that they saved us four hours and four hundred dollars.

I had the giggles the whole time. Even writing this, I'm laughing just thinking about how hard Charlie must have had to push his finger through the hole to get it stuck like that. Charlie kept saying, "It's not funny!" And I had to say, "I know it' not funny. I don't know why I'm laughing." But it was funny seeing him look so desperate with that bright green wiffle ball shoved on his hand.

The night turned out to be a total success when we were kneeling down to say prayers before bed and we heard Justin walk in. Always exciting when he's home before the kids go to bed.