"It's not my story . . ." Revisited

I just got a call from my wife - seems that Bradley was bound and determined to get a blue cast on his arm. He just re-broke his left arm in the same place as when he crashed his bike (see earlier post "It's not my story but I'm telling it anyways").

This time Glory was notified by the school (broke it playing touch football), went to pick him up from the school, was already sensitive to what she would do differently this time and was able to bring Bradley straight to the bone doctors and got his arm set, casted (with a blue cast), and sent home to enjoy his weekend with a broken arm. Classic!!

By the time I even knew about it, Glory already had everything taken care of and all I could do was say "Oh". I guess it doesn't get any better than "Hey, our kid broke his arm but before I bothered telling you about it I got everything all taken care of and so there's nothing you have to worry about. Just thought I'd let you know so you weren't surprised to see him wearing a cast when you got home."

All I gotta say is my wife ROCKS!! Hope your arm heals quickly Bradley.

Andrew "father of a glass child" Brown