His hand is okay. Ace bandage and ice. We're waiting to be discharged and the old lady in the bed next to us has the farts.
Jr. and I were giggling like middle schoolers. It was good father/son time.
Mmkay...
Dwarf bonding...
I can see this :~)
As painful as the situation was, it will be a good memory for him. Somthing y'all can bring up from time to time; "Remember that old lady with the farts...?"