A nail and a thumb

So, my dad and Eric are building the kids a playhouse.  All has been going great.  At 5:15 tonight, Eric comes running through the house. "Beth, where are you?  Beth!"  Once he found me...what's the problem?  "Your dad put a nail through his thumb!  What do I do?"  "Uh, take him to the hospital."  So off they went.  I joined them a little while later with his meds he can't miss for another ailment he's fighting.  He was a trooper and remained his goofy self through it all.  Here are the "tools" they brought into take it out. 










I mean, really, would you smile like this in this situation?

And what's next?  Well, tomorrow, Dad will be dictating to Eric what to do to continue the playhouse.  Because, really, shooting a nail through your thumb is not nearly enough to call in sick to work!