Miles' great bike injury

Tonight we went to the park and Miles raced around and around on his bike, probably doing 20 laps around the pond, zooming past us at scary speeds.  He kept doing tricks and saying things like, "Mom, come watch this -- it's dangerous!"

We finally headed home and just as we were nearing the driveway, I hear Pete yell super-loud.  I did not witness this, but apparently Miles put on his front brakes by mistake -- as he was flying down the hill -- and was flung over the handlebars in a complete flip.

We all came rushing up to find a very upset little guy.  After the various injuries were checked out, it became clear that one in particular was the worst:  his finger.  Yup, out of all the things that he hit on the choppy pavement, it was his finger that got all of his attention.

After getting it cleaned up, it was clear that it was pretty shredded, but not broken.   But the wailing that came from this child!  WAY worse than he ever was with his broken arm OR his concussions.

Here are some of the things he said tonight...

Miles: "You have NO IDEA how bad this feels!!!"
Me:  Well, actually, I do know that fingers have a ton of nerves and they can really hurt.  Remember a couple weeks ago when I cut the tip of my finger right off?
Miles:  Yeah.... welll....
Me:  But I wasn't dancing around screaming in pain, so it probably wasn't as bad as yours??
Miles:  YES!

Also...

A few minutes later he declared, "I can't go to church tomorrow."

The pain -- apparently it's real.