Sometime Saturday, #4-son took a swing at #3-son, missed, and hit the arm of the couch. By the time I picked up #4-son for church on Sunday morning, his hand was still very swollen ("It’s gone down some Mom") and he couldn’t really move his thumb or index finger. So, my Sunday afternoon was spent in the emergency room.

Thankfully, his hand isn’t broken, just seriously sprained.

But it sure messed up my plans for the day. Oh well. I keep thinking that it’s good that he didn’t break anything.

I asked #4-son if he learned anything. He said: “Yeah, I learned to make sure I hit my brother, he’s a lot softer than the couch.”