Saturday night Karen was watching a movie in the living room when she decided to get something to drink. When she got up off the sofa she slammed her toe into the coffee table. After the cursing and pain it was time for the "I think it's broken but let's wait and see" game. Sunday morning we got up and she said that it was time to go to the hospital. Xrays showed a fracture of her left pinky toe. Up to this point nothing was said about any kind of footplay or tickling, we were just trying to see how things would play out. Yesterday afternoon she was lying on the sofa with her sandle and new bootie off when I walked by and stroked her "good foot". She looked at me with that sad face and I looked at her and said "you broke my toy". We both laughed a little and she said "well, you still have one toy left". She'll be out of commission for a few weeks, at least on one side. 
