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.