She is her Daddy's Daughter

You how sometimes life just needs a little more excitement? Well we got ours today. This afternoon, while I was cleaning the kitchen, Jocy was out playing on the swingset. All of a sudden I heard her screaming. And not your typical scream. My first thought when I heard the blood curtling scream was, "This is bad. She must have broken something," When she came running in holding her arm, my second thought was a brief prayer that it wouldn't be a compound fracture with any protruding bones. I just knew that if it was protruding, that Jocy wouldn't be the only one requiring medical attention. I cautiously examined her arm and was relieved that it looked fine. But even with resting, ice, tylenol, and popscicles she was still complaining and crying. Really it was the disinterest in the popsicles that confirmed the diagnosis for me. So off to the doctor's office we went. After taking x-rays, he confirmed that she had broken both bones in her lower arm, the raduis and the ulna, and would need a cast. As she was picking out her cast color, she was asking me questions about what was going to happen. I told her that I wasn't sure because I'd never had a cast. She looked at me and said, "I bet daddy has." Yeah... he has definately had a cast before. I think I'll wait to tell her how he once had one broken arm in a cast and the other arm in a sling with a dislocated shoulder. Both at the same time, caused by two seperate incidents....Yes I think that is a story for another day. Don't want to give her any ideas. :)