More proof DS13 is DH's Mini-Me:

Thursday was ski day at school. We live 20 minutes from 2 different ski areas, and the school takes the kids twice a month during the winter. They have to be approved by their teachers, and must make up any missed work, but get to go spend a very inexpensive day on the slopes.

DS13 took a harsh spill around 11:30am. A lawn sale in ski parlance, because at the end of all the sliding and tumbling and spinning you look up the mountain and see all your gear spread out on the trail like you're having a lawn sale. He got up, retreived his gear, and attempted to ski down to the lift. He realized he wasn't able to grasp his pole, and his response to this development was to stick his pole in a snowbank and keep skiing with one pole.

As a bit of time passes, DS's hand starts swelling until by 1:00 he can no longer wear his glove. His response was to...keep skiing with only one glove.

Now, keep in mind I was AT THE MOUNTAIN chaperoning the elementary school kids. There was also an adult in the lodge who is there just for this kind of thing. On Thursday it happened to be the mother of his best friend.

My bus left before his, and he caught a ride home with said best friend's mom. When he came in he showed me his hand, now twice the normal size and turning black. I took him to the emergency room.

He broke his thumb.

If he had fallen again the bone pieces would have come through the skin, and he would have needed surgery. The ER doc could not believe that he was able to keep skiing and said his pain level alone should have precluded this. ER doc proceeded to lecture as if DS was one of his own and scared him enough to make him tear up a little.

I say good luck getting through to him doc, he's just like his father.

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