As I was organizing a game of kickball with the after-schoolers today one of the boys, Nate, fell pretty hard.  He got up and held his finger.  He held in crying but instead said “Big Ryan, I think I broke my finger!” 

I asked back “Can you bend it?”

He replied “Yeah…”

“Well, then it’s not broken.”

Yeah, but it’s bleeding!” he said.

I stared at his finger and saw that it was not bleeding.  “Nate your finger’s not bleeding…”

To this, Nate began to squeeze his finger even harder trying to force a drop of blood out and said “Hold on a minute…”