Well, here is Goose this morning! Fractured left wrist. We spent 5, yes, I said 5 hours in the ER last night! We got home after 10pm and she still had to eat dinner. We are exhausted to say the least! I knew as soon as I heard her call out to me that a bone was broken. You see, this is our families 5th fractured bone. I now consider myself an expert! My sister-in-law, who works as a social worker at the hospital we went to, said "Maybe it's not broken." I said I would bet money on it! And I was right, again. There's a certain way your child cries out that you KNOW is serious. And this was one of those cries. Poor thing. She went out into the backyard to look and see if she could see anyone near a house that was on fire a few blocks away. She was very worried someone might still be inside. I assured her that the fire fighters would get everyone out. It looked like everyone was already out on the street. But she is a worrier. So she climbed on some exercise equipment and slipped and fell right on the concrete. The real bummer is that she didn't even get her permanent cast. We have to wait to see the orthopedist and get the cast then. So today will be very mellow with hugs and kisses galore! Binky was so sweet when he heard Goose was going to the hospital. He told Daddy "We have to go to the hospital, Daddy! My sister broke her arm. We have to go be with her!" Which they did and Binky waited for 4 hours so patiently. We have come to learn that broken bones are not as high on the priority list at the ER as one might think!