Good morning Hounds!
Had an awful day yesterday. The kids were off from school but that didn't bother me. Some of the neighborhood kids came around, that didn't bother me.
When one of those neighborhood kids broke my youngest son's arm, I must admit, I was pretty bothered.
To be fair to the boy, he's had a country boy life (carrying and chopping wood everyday, hard manual labor), and is rough and tumble. He doesn't realize how strong he is. He is only twelve, you know? He just doesn't "get" that he's as strong as a grown man. He can toss my oldest boy around like nothing and I can't even pick up my oldest kid anymore (he weights 90 lbs.)
Anyway, child of the neighborhood was picking the other kids up and tossing them on the beds, from one bed to another. He tossed my youngest a bit harder than he meant to, my boy's head hit the ceiling, he crashed to the floor and broke his humorous bone right at the joint with the elbow and has a slight AP separation (clavicle from shoulder) that should repair on it's own, but the arm is in a temp cast until he sees a bone specialist.
Five and a half hours at a hospital is not fun. We both came home last night and went straight to the motrin and then to bed.