Blue Christmas

We left for our Christmas odyssey on Wednesday afternoon. Thinking that the adventure should start a little early, I decided to test the laws of gravity by pulling the lamp cord that was dangling from the table in our family room. It was just screaming to be pulled, after all. Afterwards, I was just screaming. I pulled it right on top of myself and it landed squarely on my head and the floor - or so mommy thought. I was inconsolable for a good half an hour. Mommy checked me over and over again but could find no scars, bruises, or blood. Somewhere during the latter half of our 10-hour drive to Chattanooga, however, she noticed what looked like newspaper ink on my right ring finger. When "the ink" wouldn't come off when she tried to clean it, she realized it was a seriously bruised digit. The next morning, she called the pediatrician, who advised that she and daddy take me to the emergency room to have it x-rayed. What a way to start the holiday! Granddaddy met us at Aunt Margaret's (where we were staying) and took us to the urgent care center. Daddy and mommy say I was a real trooper. I didn't cry at all. My finger wasn't broken after all, just really blue, so I like to tell people that I'll have a blue, blue, blue, blue Christmas.