Trey took a tumble last Sunday and broke his foot . . . among other things. The other things turned out to be non-events, but prompted a transfer by ambulance to the pediatric hospital. The conversation with the first ER doctor about this went something like this:
Dr: We are going to have to transfer him downtown where they are better equipped to deal with injuries of this nature.
Trey (who recently got to watch some police shows with a neighbor): I'm too young to be sent downtown! I didn't do anything!
Dr (patiently): Downtown to the pediatric ER - you get to ride in an ambulance!
Trey: I would rather ride in a limo.
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So, we went to the pediatric ER and got everything squared away. Then the tech came in and started his crutches training with a VERY SERIOUS talk about how these new crutches were not a toy or a weapon. No one should play with them, they were just to help Trey walk. The tech poceeded with his training on how to use the crutches in a friendlier manner and was very nice and helpful. When he left Trey said sadly, "I wish he hadn't said that part about them not being weapons."
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Two hours after he got his crutches Trey said, "Crutches are a lot more fun when they belong to your brother."
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Today Trey said, "Having a broken foot isn't so bad - you just can't walk."
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