"Watch out for Daddy's weg, okay?"

For those who already know, Jeff turned his ankle tagging third base during Friday night's Bjorn's Softball game. (Yes, he was safe at third.) The MedClinic doc took x-rays and told Jeff it could be fractured, but that "he couldn't tell from the films. Go to a specialist if it's still bothering you in 5 days. That will be $75 big ones, thank you very much." [So, maybe I paraphrased a bit.]
So, since it's all huge and purple 6 days later, we took him to the Ortho Surgeon this morning and he has torn ligaments and a 3rd-degree sprain (apparently the worst kind) but the good news is, it is not broken.

While we waited, Jack repeatedly sang the chorus of "Deep and Wide" at the top of his lungs in the waiting room. He does the hand motions, but just holds them at "Deep" until the very end of the song when he comes to a loud finish with "There's a fountain flowing deep and WWWIiiiiiiide!" and extends his arms to the sides, getting louder as he notices people watching. (Where does he learn this type of behavior?)

So, no surgery, no cast, and no more medical bills! Poor Jeff, he is in a grey boot that helps with the pain when he walks, but will just have to heal with time.

Jack keeps saying, "You guys watch out for my weg, cause I hurt it. Watch out for it, okay? It's my weg. I hurt my weg. Watch out for it. Okay, Mommy? Watch out for my weg. I hurt it, okay. You watch out too Daddy, okay? For my weg, Daddy, you have to watch out...." on and on and on... and on...