With all the excitement about our new little Twizlet, I forgot to tell you something. So on Saturday, Curly was messing around with his basketball and he came in, "Mom, my finger really hurts." I felt around on it a bit and told him we would give it the weekend and if it still bothered him I would take him to the doctor.
He grumbled about it a few times over the next couple of days and on Monday morning when we were at the museum, he was still upset, so when we got back I took him to the Urgent Care. I was pretty sure we had a break on our hands (hee hee, so punny, Drama Queen would love that!). Apparently so was the nurse because she sent him to X-ray without even seeing the doctor first.
It wasn't long before we had the positive results. The doc told Curly no sports for a few weeks, but that was like telling him not to breathe. The nurse covered his finger with this enormous splint that we changed for a finger cap when we got home. It's very similar to a couple of breaks I have had over the years with the tendon pulling out a small piece of bone. Fortunately, the bone is still attached at the bottom, so if he is careful it should heal in about a month.
He's still trying to decide if his mitt fits over it comfortably...