So I actually made something to feed the kids for dinner Wednesday night, but since I'm not good at anything that involves chopping, I asked Jason to make them a salad (which he does all the time and is way better than me).
He was talking to Kyle as he chopped....and....you know where this is going.
Immediately I said, "let's go to the emergency room", which I'm 100% sure would have been Margaret Reynolds's immediate response, so add that to the list of things I learned from her.
Jason was saying "it's not that bad" and Kyle was saying "it's not that bad", but while I was in the bathroom looking for gauze, I heard Kyle say, "Oh...that is bad". And since Little Jason had declared it was, in fact, bad, Big Jason let me take him to the ER.
I texted the family group chat, mainly to let JR know. And if you're worried college might have changed JR. Nope, he's still the same and was able to make it about himself.
(Thankfully the burned hand didn't require JR getting medevacked to Memphis.)
The doctor told him he took his pinky 60% of the way off!
Here's what it looked like after they cleaned him up.
Here he is stitched up.
And here he is good as new.