And today was the day that Madame Mommy's direst of predictions came true (well, not direst--if that's even a word, and I daresay it probably isn't). Jaxon fell off the couch, and broke his fall with his arm, which also... well
Looks sad, huh? I know, I can't even gloat properly (that I was right, and he should have listened), it's that pitiful. Despite the pterodactyl-like bulk of the splint, it is a single fracture right above his wrist. He'll get a (less enormous) cast (hopefully) tomorrow.