Episkey

It was only a matter of time before one of my Williamson boys broke a bone. Kingston made it about two weeks into school. The first week, he fell and cut his lip (two days before school pictures) and then, jumped off the climbing wall and broke both bones in his wrist. We of course were model parents that evening and kept wrenching on it continually asking, "Does this hurt? Does this hurt?". He didn't end up going to T-Ball that evening because he couldn't  raise his arm. The next morning, I was pretty sure I would take him in if he was still complaining about it. He woke up, came to breakfast and confidently said, "My arm doesn't hurt anymore. I asked Jesus to fix it and he did". And then two minutes later, when we got dressed, it was still hurting. It was indeed broken. A soft cast for a week then a Hulk green waterproof cast for 4 weeks. Every day, we were stuffing the waterproof stuffing back in with a butter knife or any other long, flat object. By the end of four weeks, it was falling apart so we had to put a sock around the top to stop it from cutting into his arm. It was disgustingly black, his hand had a faint deadish odor and it  was really, really ready to come off.