We took him to Acute Kids Urgent Care (which rocks y'all) and he charmed the pants off of the entire staff. He made his doctor chuckle and earned the nickname Cutie-Pie; he answered all the doctor's questions and pointed out exactly where it hurt. He sat very still for the x-ray and loved to see the pictures. He wants to get a copy of it so that he can show his friends the picture of his bones. His nurse was an off-duty fireman (that Brian knows from his days at the Fire Station) which did not hurt matters in the least and our dude got to choose a yellow cast (his favourite colour).
All was well until it was time for bed and he discovered that we couldn't take the cast off. Poor Caleb can not understand that the cast is not what is making his arm hurt and that he really does need it. I absolutely resorted to bribery. My grandparents sent me a care package when I broke my leg at Caleb's age, and it was full of little somethings to open each day. I did not hestitate to tell our dude that every day he didn't mess with the cast or throw fits about wearing it, he would get a little surprise...but now that I think about it, he will probably get a little surprise anyway..we need to make a trip to the Target dollar spot, dollar store, craft store...
You will have to take our word for it, but the fracture is there. It showed up very clearly when magnified, but the good news it that the fracture is small! Is it just me, or does it look like Caleb is flipping us off?
Since this is a temporary cast, we used some white ace-bandage tape to cover the rough edges...hence the nice look. The next sequence of pictures show a dude excited about his cast....
...then he found out that we couldn't take it off....






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