First broken bone

Jack broke his pinky playing soccer at school.  He said he called a handball (is that a thing?) so he could catch it, and clearly caught it wrong.  The thing is, he didn’t tell anyone!  Not his teacher, and not me!  We were wrestling when he got home and he bumped his hand on my shoulder.  He started crying, and obviously that was out of the ordinary.  Only then he told me his finger hurt.  One look at it and I knew it wasn’t normal.  So here we are-our first cast!  We get it off in three weeks!