Number two daughter took a spill off the playground slide and incurred (what we now know to be) a broken clavicle. Poor lil' punkin'. Now she has an amazingly elaborate sling which she'll wear for the next six to eight weeks. (Six to eight weeks! God help us!)
She was such a trooper. (I think we were more traumatized.) Perhaps the saddest part—it's her thumb-sucking arm.