Splint

On Saturday, Jack broke his leg while skydiving.

No, that's not true.  On Saturday, Jack broke his leg while scrimmaging with the Hopkins lacrosse team.

Nope, that's not true, either.  On Saturday, Jack broke his leg when he misstepped from one carpeted step in our home while Durel, Papadu and I all saw it happen.

Yes, that's true.

How did it happen?  He was, at our instruction, getting off the steps, where he is not allowed to play, just as we had taught him to do.  He misstepped at the bottom and fell to the ground.

How did you know his leg was broken?  We didn't.  The fall didn't look bad at all, in total honesty.  He cried, and we assumed that it was because he had frightened himself.  However, one hour later, when he was still really upset and not walking (bell goes off in head), we realized that we needed him to get checked out.

What did you do?  We took Jack to an urgent care center.  They examined him and took two x-rays of his leg.  The x-rays confirmed what is called a "buckle" fracture.  It's also commonly known as a "toddler break." (Insert realization that these are frustratingly common.)

Then what?  Since this happened at the very beginning of a long holiday weekend, showing what I hope is not Jack's tendency toward impeccably bad timing for crises, Jack received a splint and instructions to see a pediatric orthopedist asap on Tuesday after the holiday weekend.

The splint:

Happily eating at home with the splint (now wrapped in packing tape and covered by a sock to prevent toddler removal):

Gobbling up Pad Thai with Dad before visiting the orthopedist, still totally unbothered by broken tibia or splint:

Pictures of the cast to come, of course.

Hope your day finds you cool in the face of a crisis and gobbling up the Pad Thai,

Heather