My poor little Rosie broke her wrist last night, result of a bad fall whilst playing with her sister, and now 6 weeks of an inflatable cast. I was sure she was just being her usual drama queen and that it was nothing more than a bruise. I actually tried to talk her out of going to the ER, seems that we drive there once every 10 days, but she was adamant about wanting to see a doctor. She was right. The good thing is that her wrist should be healed in time for skiing at Christmas. However, no swimming for a couple of weeks, big handicap here, as well as the fact that she has trouble holding a pen. As for me, I guess I have to learn to listen to my children, they know.