My paleontologist son, decided to give his mom an early X'mas present.... a heart attack. This poor boy was kneeling on a bar stool in my study, drawing dinosaurs on the white board. He took a step back and fell.... gracefully, I might add. And what do they say about falling and being ... well... fat? His left arm whacked against my study table and the impact fractured his arm clean. That brave bull didn't even shed a single tear! He just sat there, cradling his arm and whimpered. When I went over to him to hold him, all he said was "don't touch me, mummy". What a mess.... I couldn't even cuddle him! Took him to the nearest ED and got it back slabbed. Saw the surgeon the next coupla days and reinforced the back slab and sent us merrily on our way. Poor Bryan, it's hot, he loves water play, will not be able to get into the pool for at least 4 weeks. Oh well, at least his dinosaurs aren't amphibious.
So there. Here's a snippet of what's been happenin and I feel like crap about the fall....
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