Good morning, WW! What's shakin'?
DS and I were running errands while Wooz was at art, and I shut his finger in the car door.

To be fair, it wasn't carelessness--he reached in for something at the last second, after I had already let go. Tried to grab it, but I didn't catch it in time. Broke the skin at the cuticle, so I think he was more upset about the blood than anything. We've been keeping an eye on it, and I think it's okay. He doesn't seem to be favoring it, and it's not swollen.
Wooz has spring picture day today, and almost missed the bus because she was futzing with her hair. Then DH and I had DS's parent-teacher conference, which reaffirmed that he's more of a scholar than an athlete. I'm okay with that. Apparently he and one of the little girls in his class are sweet on each other, which is hilarious.
We're halfway through the week. One of my colleagues is retiring Friday, so we're making plans to take him out to lunch. He gets to pick, so I hope he chooses someplace good.