CRUE

After Candra's party Saturday Crue went home with his father. They had hauled some hay and it needed to be unloaded. So Sunday they unload it. Crue was standing on top of the bales of hay when the bottom row gave way. He fell and almost hit his head on a pole, threw his hand up to block the hit and hurt himself. Now this is the story I am getting, and they are sticking with it...ok, so I will buy it (not so sure about why a pole would be close enough to hit his head on..but ok...whatever). He comes home and his wrist is swollen. Not too bad but you could tell it probably hurts. Monday morning I decide maybe I should take him to the doctor. We are at the doc's office and he has his hand/arm x-rayed. They move us to a room. We (Candra and I) play with EVERYTHING in the room and then move on to diagnose Crue and look at his x-ray. Yep, it's so very clear. He's perfectly FINE. Big titty baby wimp (and we wonder why he hates going anywhere with us). Doc Gibbs comes into the room touches his arm and Crue tells him it doesn't really hurt it's just kinda numb and not real comfortable. Doc turns to look at the x-ray. He says..."well, there's the break" and points at it. I jumped up and said "what? I have already looked at it and diagnosed him" to which Doc replies "Candy, stop diagnosing your kids, you are NEVER right". Anyways, Crue gets a soft cast while the swelling goes down and yesterday we went for the hard cast. Crue...PLEASE don't be crazy the next couple of weeks. PLEASE take it easy...you are killing me. Here's the video for that...