As we were visiting with our friends Amy and Dan in the Fry Lodge kitchen last Saturday, we were all trying to tune out the screaming that tends to accompany our kids’ playing around the house. We eventually realized that one of those screams was a little more blood curdling than usual. And then we realized that Henry was standing in front of a closed door, with his finger caught in the hinged side – half in, half out. We assumed he’d just have a bad bruise. Until a few days later, when it became clear it was no bruise. Henry had broken his finger. He got his splint today. And here is what he has to say about it.