My Poor, Poor Kid

Thanks to a rousing gym class dodge ball victory, there appear to be very small fractures in both of The Boy's wrists. The doctor in the ER didn't quite trust the x-rays, though, so we have to see an orthopedic specialist to make sure. He's got fiberglass half-casts for now, and the specialist will x-ray the wrists again next week. It's a pain, but I appreciate that the ER doctor didn't want to put the boy in casts for twelve weeks without being certain it was necessary.

I'm giving The Boy a pity day off from school tomorrow, and staying home to spoil him--and possibly try washing his hair in the kitchen sink.