Friday, October 28, 2011

In Which My Parenting is Redeemed

The Teenager's arm is not broken, after all. The bone is probably just deeply bruised (gross!). While I realize that my parenting could still be called into question due to the amount of time that it took me to get her to a doctor for a diagnosis; I'm still calling this one a win.

Until we get the radiology bill, of course.

Also, since I was willing to bet cash money on the arm being fractured; it is entirely possible that Las Vegas is no place for me to seek my fortune.

There go my vacation plans.

1 comment:

tamara said...

Glad it's not broke... I think... ;) Of course, either way you'd get a bill, so whatever... but because you're such a kick-ass mom, you already knew it wasn't broke!