It's Broken

Dayton hit his hand against his friend Kane's head and then the cement floor in Papa and Nana's garage when they were playing a little one on one basketball. He told me he hurt it really bad and then went off to do something else.  I knew it was hurt but I did not think it was broken.

Two weeks later it was not getting better so I took him to the doctor and it was broken. I felt terrible, he had gone 2 weeks playing with a broken hand. He had even played in a basketball game where he had 8 points, 3 steals, and 5 rebounds all with a broken hand.

Getting a cast put on it and of course he picked neon orange. Normally they would cast it for six weeks, but since it took us two weeks to get him there he only has to have it on for four.

You break your hand, you get an Oreo Mcflurry.