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As opposed to highlight. Yesterday morning we went to church. Stacee was in the nursery and I thoroughly enjoyed the service. It was bright and cool and somewhat fall-like in the morning. We planned on taking a small mountain hike after church with friends and their kids but on the way there it started pouring. We decided to head into Bridgeton for Frappes and coffee at Ricky's Diner. It was a whiny ride home, Jack and Ezra both had had enough of the car and being damp. So did we. We pulled into the driveway and stopped. I helped Ezra unbuckle and Stacee was carrying and armload of stuff inside when we heard the car door slam and Jack let out a shriek...and then a wail. Put down food if you are eating it. His ring finger tip had been slammed in the door. Stacee opened it, gathered him up and brought him inside. Ezra was imitating Jack crying on the other side of the car and saying "wha happen Jack? waaaaa". That makes things better. We put it in a frozen corn bag for a while and loosely wrapped a Clifford band aid around it. After the Veggie Tales Christmas movie he cooled down. The finger tip swelled up pretty seriously though and he didn't use that hand for the rest of the night. This morning it didn't seem to hurt and although babying it a bit he seems fine. Tonight after his shower it was all purple. Jack prefers calling it grey. The nail has started to pull away somewhat from his finger. I'm entirely grossed out by this and am reminded of my cousin Dustin, who at age 4 or 5, did the same thing. Exept it was his middle finger and the tip of it swelled up like a small plum. He would wave his monstous middle finger at people and I can remember him riding his bike with his plum extended while his other fingers gripped the handlebars of his red bike. We were more interested at that age as to what the contents of his plum like finger held and yes we did find out. He had to get it lanced....gag...and he told us that a lot of black "stuff" came out. As a parent I understand better grown-ups reactions to things like this. My apologies for sickening anyone but this is my therapy. I'm getting it off of my chest. I'll let you know the outcome later...commence with your eating.