The first fracture...

and hopefully the last. We were at the Petersen Museum racing Hot Wheels on the track.  The boys would run back and forth to hand me cars to drop down the track (too high for the kids to reach) and on one of the runs, Micah fell.  He fell bad.  He started wailing and screaming.  I knew he was upset but I didn't think anything like a fracture had happened at this point.  He calmed down considerably, but was still crying and even the offer of a milkshake didn't help.  I called his doctor's office and also went to urgent care and found through x-rays that he had a distal radius fracture.  My poor baby and his dominant arm!  He's in a splint and sling now and will be casted tomorrow... what are we going to do???