Ha, my dad did a similar thing while in 1st grade, except in his version of the story he came home after having the cast removed and was jumping on my grandparents bed when he fell and broke the same arm again. There is a reason my dad writes left handed and does everything else with his right…
ps- at least one of the times they reset the break without pain meds.
@KLizotte 65620 wrote:
Glad to hear it though I must admit you’ve had an unusual amount of bad luck. Since trouble comes in threes I think you are finally out of the woods now.
Hopefully this little story will make you feel better:
My uncle broke his arm when he was a kid; he was in a cast for many weeks. On the day he got his cast off he was so excited when he got home that he dashed out of the car to run to the backyard to play. Unfortunately his older brother heard the car pull up and came walking around the side of the house and they collided. My uncle broke the same arm. So they got back into the car to revisit the doctor who had taken off the cast that morning to put on a new one. Family lore has it that the doctor was furious.
P.S. I still think you should wear a pumpkin for a helmet.
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