Peter sprained his ankle yesterday playing basketball. Sad! He can walk (limp) - just not far, and not fast. In the scope of things, the bathroom is considered far, and trying to get to a crying child is out of the question. Poor Peter! Somehow we managed to have friends over for dinner last night, despite Peter's "ouchie ouchie."
Daniel thinks it is great though, because now Daddy is a sitting duck and can read every book we own to him. Peter thinks the only good thing about it is that our plans next weekend preclude him being able to play basketball, so he won't be tempted to play on it so soon. It's like he can't keep himself off the court!
Ah, sacred basketball. My precious husband.