Fillet of Finger

So I gave in to Gregg and let him sluff church to watch the playoffs, but only on one condition...he had to keep the house clean and do the dishes after dinner. All was going great until about 5pm ... Gregg started cleaning up dinner and I went upstairs to talk on the phone with Tara, when Jace came in with this worried look on his face telling me that something was wrong with Dad and that he really needed me. I went downstairs and found Gregg holding a bloody hand. He had stuffed his hand and the washcloth in a glass, broke it and filleted (is that how you spell it?) his pinkie finger.

We spent the rest of the night in the emergency room and he now has 8 stitches. I find it funny that on this same hand he has broken his thumb, and dislocated his ring finger. I told him he only has two good fingers left on that hand and that he'd better be careful or the next thing he knows he'll have a stub.