Well one of my kids finally broke a bone. Considering how clumsy Charlie is and how rough Oliver is, I can't believe it took this long! Charlie fell off the bed and broke his forearm. He hardly cried about it and was so tired (as it happened right before bedtime ) that he told me he just wanted to go to bed. When I looked at his arm and realized it was deformed, I knew we had to go to the hospital. He was a real trooper and needed very little pain medicine. When he was all splinted up, he asked the orthopedic resident if he wanted to come over our house for a playdate. As we walked out of the emergency room he turned to me and said, "well that was fun!" God bless that kid!
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