Ouch

I slammed Jacob's finger in our back door today. The fingernail turned purple right away, there was blood everywhere and the "pad" on the tip of his finger was a flap. He screamed for about 15 minutes until Kate came home and got some Advil into him. Then we went to the hospital, where one of our good friends was the doctor who examined him and he got patched up. Jacob didn't so much as wince the whole time we were at the hospital. He came home, had a bottle, a two-hour nap and woke up completely cheerful, and not a bit vengeful toward me. We went to Scott and Julia's for dinner and when J asked him what had happened, he said, with a brave smile, "baba slammed the door and hurted my finger". You try not tearing up when your little boy says that.

A more enjoyable story. Yesterday we were looking at the globe together:
Molly: Where's China?
Me: Here.
Jacob: Where's Great Wall of China (this seems to have captured his imagination)?
Me: It goes from about here to here.
Molly: What's this?
Me: That's India
Molly: What's this?
Me: That's Mali
Jacob: Mali?
Me: Yes, Mali
Jacob: Where's Jacob?
Me: Sorry, there's no country named Jacob.
Jacob: (Look of devastating disappointment and injustice)