Justin had never heard this little nursery rhyme:

Ten little monkeys jumping on the bed
One fell off and broke his head
Mama called the doctor and the doctor said,
“No more monkeys jumping on the bed!”

He went mountain biking on Sunday on a pretty tough trail, and ended up with the above fractured thumb. (Don’t ask us where the fracture is; we just know it’s fractured.) So tomorrow, bright and early, we’re heading off to a bone and joint specialist to wrap it up. If he gets a cast, I’ll take a picture of it for you guys.

So he’s grounded from mountain biking, and what’s sad is that he can’t even play his X-box (since he can’t use his thumb), and he’s having a hard time doing little things like opening jars of pickles or putting toothpaste on his toothbrush. It’s cute.

For those of you still mountain biking, please remember, the nursery rhyme continues with “nine little monkeys jumping on the bed…” Please, don’t be the next monkey.