Keeping John on his toes

When John was getting dressed this morning, I heard a *snap* followed by much swearing and gnashing of teeth. The poor guy broke his toe when he stubbed it on our bedstead...it's all swollen and sore. He's going to work from home tomorrow because it hurts to walk - ugh.

I chipped one of the bones in the side of my foot after a somewhat gnarly skateboarding accident, so I'm v. sympathetic to foot pain.