Spencer took Dash to the skate park.  When they got home, Spencer showed me Dash’s wrist and said he thought it could possibly be broken.  Although he wasn’t sure, because Dash said he hurt it right when they got there, and he skated the whole time.
When I looked at it, it looked a little sketchy, so we headed to Carruthy, who pointed us to the hospital.
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When we were driving over, Dash told me that he took a few falls after he injured it, and tears came to his eyes from the pain, but he never cried.
The hospital tried to give him medication for the pain, and Dash kept saying he didn’t need it.
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Dash went in to XRays, and as soon as they came up, I saw it.
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A clean break.
The doctor was even a little surprised it was broken, because he said that when Dash said he didn’t need medicine, he knew that he probably just hit it really hard to swell up.
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So he got temporarily casted — and we were sent on our way.
When I sent a picture of the break to Spencer, he wrote back, “He is maybe the toughest little kids I have ever seen. I didn’t even know he was hurt, until I saw him struggling to get his helmet off and offered to help him when we were leaving the skate park.  Then we went to In-N-Out for 45 minutes, and he didn’t make a peep.”
I love all compliments about my kids — but when it is about them being kind, good or TOUGH — those take the cake!