Spending the afternoon in the ER is not exactly how I planned to spend my day today. Poor Carter broke his arm. Right above the elbow. The doctor came in and said "well, it is a break and this kind is considered a surgical emergency. When was the last time he ate?" I almost passed out. Then I almost puked. I held it together long enough to call Jason. He's working, because, you know. He always misses the "fun stuff". The ortho specialist consulted via telephone and decided he didn't need surgery. They put him in a splint and I have to call Children's Hospital first thing Tues morning to make an appt for a follow up visit and a full cast. Fun times. Fun times.