Rachel is OFFICIALLY my child

Not that there was much doubt, but today we received confirmation. On the first day of first grade Rachel was running on the playground and fell down, hand first, and in putting her hand down she fractured her hand, on the outside of her pinkie. Now, she did this early in the day and never complained but when we saw the bruising and her inability to make a fist we knew it was time to go to the hospital. Sure enough, we have a break. I could not be prouder of her in the hospital. She never cried or complained and she talked to everybody. On the ride home she asked me why every grown up asks the same questions!

Rachel now has a lovely half cast/half splint on her right hand and I'm sure she'll milk it like her old man :)