Broken Arm

Mr C has experienced his first broken bone after an unfortunate event over the holiday. He and his cousin were goofing around on an air mattress and he ended up falling off and fracturing his left arm. Although it was heartbreaking to see him in so much pain he was actually kind of adorable the way he reacted.

He kept saying, "I'm not strong anymore, I've got a broken arm." most likely not understanding that it could be healed in a few weeks. Of course we told him otherwise, but based on his facial expressions and the way he was lying around you would have thought he was on his deathbed or something.

A couple days later he went to get a cast put on by a specialist and seemed to be in better spirits then. He asked for a green cast, usually his favorite color, but when the doctor was all done he said, "No, I think I want red instead." Typical four year old I tell you. Now he is back to his old self, adjusting to his new dependency on his right arm. Thank goodness it wasn't his right arm he broke or we'd really be in trouble!!