"I can't. I've got a sore finger."

" I can't. I've got a sore finger."

Do you know what movie this "famous" quote is from?

If you guessed the Sound of Music you are correct! It was the adorable baby of the family, Grettle. And we had our very own sore finger at our house.
The Tuesday before Thanksgiving I hurried off to my Children's Ministry meeting while Jeremy kept the kids. Twenty minutes into the meeting my cell phone began to vibrate. Before Jeremy spoke a word I knew I was headed home. Faith was wailing in the background. He calmly told me Faith had fallen and cut her pinky finger pretty badly. Faith had been running along the couch trying to get away from her brother and fallen with "treasure" in her hand. (a silver square off a coaster) It put a good slice in her finger. I arrived home to her and our house covered in blood. And my helpful first child taking wet paper towels trying to clean in up. Since we were leaving soon for a trip and swimming was on the agenda we decided we definitely needed to take her to urgent care. They glued & steri stripped it and gave her a sticker and we were good to go! Then we headed home to finish cleaning up the blood trail from the coach, across the folded laundry on the ottoman, up the stairs, along the wall, and all over the carpet along the way. Faith seriously knows how to bleed.

But, we are happy to report her finger her finger has healed nicely and the "I can't. I've got a sore finger." excuse is no longer valid. Did I mention this happened the day after I had to call poison control about Titus drinking children's pain reliever?? Oh, the adventure of being parents of little ones.