Confession time: last night I slammed William's pinky in the front door (accidentally, of course). Fortunately it wasn't a knuckle, but it was still quite munted. Baby Tylenol and Rescue Remedy are wonderful things (yes, I'm skeptical of herbal bullshit too, but he dropped off after two squirts and the bottle makes no mention of an alcohol base). Jenine's in with him at the doctor's now (the next day), just checking to make sure it's not broken or anything. It's as purple as all hell, and still (obviously) really sensitive.
Poor little bugger was a trooper--he stood on the stool at the bathroom sink with cold water on his finger, howling, while I called down the road to tell Jenine to come up. I asked him this morning what we did yesterday and he said "you squished my finger in the door and I cried." It nearly broke my heart--fair turnaround, I suppose, as I nearly broke his finger.
Watch it, parents. The little buggers have enormous hooks into your heart.