Who's Broken Now?

So those that know us know that my daughter broke her leg in December. She's two & a half years old. So any time my kids hurt themselves it's always "broken" even when it's not. My son also is a bit overdramatic. So at Soccer practice, my son decides to try to stand on a soccer ball. And I get a call from my husband asking which hospital is closest. Fortunately, we pass by a friend's house on the way out of the subdivision. My daughter asks if we are going there, so I try their phone, but then K pulls in with her daughter and is willing to take my daughter while I run to the hospital. (Thanks a million, K&M you guys rock) So I get there after a half an hour in traffic (I should have run even with a bad hip I probably would have gotten there faster). My husband and son were a room with Scooby Doo on. To get my son's attention I put my hands over his eyes and he pulls it down with his hand to see Scooby. Of course, my husband explains that that was the arm that he fell on and cried for 20 minutes about. Apparently, it was feeling better by then, he still got examined and xrayed and the doctor said there might be something at the wrist. So he has a brace until the radiologist gets a chance to look at the films.