My parents yard is home to some of the greatest trees grown especially for little boys to climb; I firmly believe that boys are meant to climb trees. Unfortunately this is sometimes the result.
Jarom is lucky in his grandma, I would have let him suffer a day or two before I finally broke down and took him in for an x-ray; but grandma insisted and away we went. At one point all 3 boys were crying in the van and I looked over at my mom and thought how very lucky I was to have her around.
Jarom was a totally trouper and secretly a little excited to have a broken arm and be getting a cast.
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Oh my goodness! Get the felt markers out!
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