So Ethan broke his arm last Tuesday night jumping/wrestling/playing ninjas on our neighbors trampoline. One of the older boys fell on him and he broke his left arm - a complete break. He wasn't able to get it casted for 3 days because of the swelling, but he finally got his light blue transformer cast put on on Friday, and he's been a rockstar ever since! He missed 3 days of school, had all of his family and friends sign his cast, and loves to tell people about it to get as much sympathy/gifts as he can.
We stopped at the grocery store on the way home from getting it casted and as we are walking down an aisle he yelled out to some unconcerned shoppers, "IT'S A BROKEN ARM, PEOPLE!!" (He said it like," Geez! Haven't you ever seen a broken arm before?!! Move along, people, move along. Look away all you rubber-neckers -nothin to see here. Go about your lives.) I'm not quite sure where he gets his nerve - I think it is from Kerry's side.
He is back to everything and anything boy. Running around w/squirt guns w/his buddies, playing on the swing set, totally upset that he couldn't play in his soccer game, and already figuring out how to play his spiderman video game one handed.
This wasn't his first visit to the ER, and I highly doubt it will be his last. Is it a right of passage? In our family, probably so. Kerry was just a youngin' when he had the clever idea of jumping out of a tree to land on a dog -just like a cowboy would jump out of a gunfightin' townhall and land on his horse. Well he missed the dog and landed on his arm. Dog/Horse? Little boy/professionally trained stunt man? What's the difference? He went inside and said matter of factly, without any crying, "Mom, I think I broke my arm." Kerry's parents have story after story and Kerry has scar after scar of fun life events that happened to him on a consistent basis. Just check out his cockeyed arm sometime! I'm sure Ethan will have a scrapbook of stories to add on as well. Poor kid!