Boys and Battle Scars

Found out that my 7th-grader, who got whacked in the nose with a baseball at practice, has a hairline fracture. Fun!

At least it isn't dislocated. The thought of the "fix" for that gave both of us the shudders. (Do they just numb it up, grab it and straighten that baby out? I have no idea. Not sure I want to know...)

So we're each handling it in our own way. I'm trying not to ask him, every 15 minutes, "How does your nose feel?" And Matt? He seems secretly just a bit pleased to have a sports-related battle scar to talk about with his buddies.

Boys. You gotta love 'em.