Just don't call it a boxing glove...

...got a call from the wee fella's nursery saying there'd been an accident. Some building blocks fell onto his finger at tidy-up time; the senior staff were having a look to see if he should go to hospital. I had an "admin" day until 4, so I wandered down (thinking, to be honest, that it'd be a storm in a teacup).

Turns out I was wrong.

I realised this when I saw V, senior nursery nurse and a right "canny granny". This isn't a lady given to overreaction.

He must've got the corner of a large block falling from some height onto the end of his middle finger; it's a bit of a mess. Up to kids A&E where we were dealt with in a fashion which was both caring and efficient. He's in tomorrow to get it washed out under general anaesthetic. I think Mrs & Miss Geek are like me- we're all more upset about it than he is. His sister was incredibly mother-hen like at dinner...I'm pretty sure she'd have pre-chewed the food form him if she'd thought it would help.

A colleague has very kindly agreed to cover my shift tomorrow, so I can be with the wee fella. I am, of course, extremely grateful.

The only thing from the hospital? They kept referring to the bandage mitt as a "boxing glove"...he's currently very fond of the boxing on Wii Sports, which he used to call "Bom-Bom Man" and now simply refers to as "The Punching". We needn't have feared, though, as he was very careful to protect that hand.

Sleep well, wee fella.