Caution! Husband at play...

We have officially had the first broken bone in the Krinke family. I had assumed this task would be assigned to our unborn man-child sometime in the next few years. He is supposed to turn our house upside down and be a wild man, right? Perhaps Caitlin's approaching age 7 would doom her to a dreaded "first cast". But no, 'twas not a small person to grace the emergency room last weekend. My biggest child, Brad, decided to demonstrate to his children the need to exit his bicycle from the side rather than over the handle bars. Lesson learned.

Brad had picked up our signs (placed ever-so-carefully to keep our children safe) and hung one from his handlebars. It swung into the spokes of his tire and over he went. A neighbor happened to be outside to help. Amber, with a look of terror in her eyes, told the neighbor, "My gonna go get my Mommy." Out waddles prego-Mom to the rescue! We got everyone inside for dinner and then off to the E.R. we went. Sure enough the X-ray came back to reveal a fracture on the "radial head" (a bone in the elbow). After an appointment with the othopedic specialist the next morning we received the good news that a cast was not needed and hopefully Brad can regain full range of motion without physical therapy. So, as far as fractures go, it was a good fracture to have. I'm still explaining that one to Brad. Poor baby. : )

The culprit of this story also received a fracture but is in good enough shape to resume it's duties in the street, protecting our children. Although I may paint over the words with "Slow, Brad at play."