Dad broke his ankle today (actually his distal fibular malleolus). He slipped on the ice while jogging at his usual ungodly hour, and then walked (limped) home (Who da man?!). Our better-than-chocolate-cake neighbor, Sara, had a day off from law school and stayed with the boys and took them to school. We survived the ER and spent the day trying to grapple with some major changes coming our way for a while. The best moment of the day: Cam calling Steve's crutches "crows." There's no way we're fixing that one - it's way too much of a good laugh.
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