This time? Broken arm. Again. Except this round, Claire chose the opposite arm. Same break, different arm.
Don't know how it happened.
Don't know when.
(Don't know how I became such a darn good conscientious mom.)
Lucky for us, DCFS hasn't hauled us away yet. In fact, the doctor (our pediatrician this time) insisted that these things are hard to avoid and urged me not to feel bad about it. As you can see, he's a super nice guy.
All's well that ends well, eh?