This morning during the early preparations to get ready for church, we heard KB screaming in the hallway between our bedrooms. In her own words, this is what happened. "I was running out of Mom's room and tripped over a Wet Wipe, then I jumped and turned and hit my arm on the railing that holds up the railing." We found her holding her forearm and crying. After she calmed down, she still wouldn't move her arm, and was moaning a lot, so we started considering taking her to urgent care. The dilemma with this was that KB has some hypochondriasis which she uses to try to get attention, so Swifty was quite suspicious and examined her arm several times. Finally we decided that we really couldn't tell if she was faking it or not, so we took her to the urgent care, and guess what, it really was broken. She had a small buckle fracture of her radius at her wrist, and got a purple cast past her elbow. We then went straight from urgent care to church, where KB refused to go to her class because she didn't want the attention her new cast would get her. She was very brave getting the cast on, and has been a real trooper about the whole thing. Going to bed tonight, KB had to verify with me that I had a hard time falling asleep too when I had a cast on my arm.

This is KB in her Halloween costume, sporting her new "hard arm"




