Yep, you heard me right. A broken nose. Poor Ben got clocked, accidentally of course, last Saturday by a friend doing a cartwheel. His nose is black and blue, and a little crooked. We've had to wait for the swelling to go down so the plastic surgeon can work his magic, which will be this afternoon. Wish him luck, the poor little guy is really nervous to go get his nose "set." I would be too. In fact, I don't think I could even manage taking him to this appointment. Thank goodness for dads, huh? Clayton's in charge of this stuff.
Hannah and I spent a good hour and a half cleaning blood up off the stairs and hallway, but it all came up with the miracle cleaner I didn't even know I had hiding up on the shelf.
Ben's double sad because he has to miss his field trip to the Kennecott Copper Mine so he can go get his nose fixed. Clayton promised him that we will take him there soon ourselves!