They Say They Come In 3's

We might as well take up permanent residence at the doctor's office.  My sweet precious Tanner was mad today and had the brilliant idea to punch the wall.  Smart right?  Well, not so much.  The doctor is pretty sure he broke his hand, possibly in 2 different places.  He is going to have the radiologist confirm.  So, for the next week he'll be in a hard splint.  Then we'll go back and probably get it casted.  People say things come in 3's, and I'm pretty sure we've had our 3.  I thought we were finished with all of Ry's ER trips, but I guess 3 of us needed to have something go wrong.  So, there is our 3, I'm DONE!