as I live and breathe

I brought Youngest to the orthopedic surgeon today.
His hand had been splinted in the ER and we were told to see the doctor after the swelling went down.
I like this guy, the OS.
I had gone to him about my finger (knowing that, if I went, the finger would be fine - whereAS, if I didn't go, it would be broken and painful...you KNOW how that goes) and liked him very much. His partner had put a cast on Middle's hand when HE broke it. (How long ago was THAT? Before I was blogging? WAS there anyTHING before I was blogging?)
So, the OS did a new x-ray and, sure enough, Youngest's hand was still broken.
No surprises there...as soon as he took the splint off and I saw the swelling and bruise, I knew.

Doctor: (in a gentle, soft voice) I'm going to put a cast on that hand.

bb: (feeling a little pleased as she likes broken bones to be protected as they heal) thank you, I think that's a good idea.

Doctor: (to Youngest) Do you have any questions for me?

Youngest: I do. Two questions. Can I have any color cast I want?

Doctor: You can have pink, red, green, blue, white or black...

Youngest: I'd like black, please.
And, my second question is: can you mold the cast around something?

Doctor: Uh, yes. Yes, I could...if you brought something with you that you'd like me to mold it around.

Youngest: I did, actually.

And that, my friends, is how Youngest went home with a black cast fitted perfectly around a PS3 controller.