Remember back in college, when you perhaps imbibed a few too many, and the next morning you woke up with a strange bruise on your shin, your hip, your forehead, or some other place and you wondered about it and thought to yourself, "I don't remember doing THAT..."
I had a similar experience over the weekend, but this had a difference context.
On Sunday morning I woke up and my index finger on my right hand was sore. I mean, SORE. After a while of trying to function I determined that it was definitely sprained, though not severely so.
"Hmmm...how'd I do this?" I wondered. I didn't remember slamming it in any doors, having it bend backwards unnaturally, it just didn't make sense.
Then later on in the morning Marissa tried to pull me in whatever direction she wanted by pulling on that same index finger...HARD.
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.
Yup, that's how I sprained it, a 3-year-old gave it a good yank the day before and I had pulled it away.
Said 3-year-old is now re-learning how to use her words to ASK her mommy nicely to come, instead of trying to pull her up by her index finger.
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