Sunday morning Sabine and Martha were going to get Brötchen. As Sabine opened the door to our building, Martha stumbled and her sandled foot slid under the door. If described, the resulting toenail injury would sound as bad as it looked. After ten minutes of discussion, we headed to the emergency room.

A nice pediatric surgeon said it wasn't broken before soaking it in a disinfectant bath. She cut off the nail that was pulled back and a nice nurse wrapped it in a bandage and added a smiley face -- "Pflastermannchen."

I intended to take a picture of it but it only lasted about ten minutes when we got home.

That night we ate at Choriner Eck across from Marc & Janet's -- Martha refused to walk but she was fine otherwise.