Rosie...Rosie...

So this is what my youngest decided to do while I was at Needlework Market this year.  She broke her pinky finger on her left hand.  She did it while playing Dodgeball at school.  At first they thought it was just dislocated because it was at a twenty degree angle right at the knuckle, but after the x-rays, they realized it was a break.  Phil and the orthopedic doctor both said that she was a real trooper when they reduced it back into place.  Poor thing- I'm so glad I missed it.  There are few things worse than seeing someone you love in pain.  I think she's pretty proud of it, though.  And to think we almost named her Grace...