Yo Dawg! Wassup?!

So I just rounded out an afternoon full of drama by shutting S's hand in the car door. Luckily I had the common sense to plunge his fingers directly into a snow drift. (Although I can't exactly pat myself on the back, because if I'd been paying attention this wouldn't have been necessary in the first place!)

It turns out we had luck in our bad luck, as the Germans like to say. The door didn't close all the way and caught him square across the middle of his fingers and missed his joints and nails. I filled a bag with snow and he kept it iced for a half an hour.

When I asked him if he was going to be OK he got a twinkle in his eye and said:

Well, I can still do this:

Looks like both his fingers and his sense of humor are still intact, and for that I am grateful.