Thanksgiving adventures: from Turkey Trots to broken bones

Remember in August when the middle child broke his arm? That was an ordeal. We looked at those X-rays and thought, “that is the worst looking break I’ve ever seen. His arm is ever so slightly bent, how horrifying!”

Then we lived a little. We saw some things.

We drove to Texas to gather with family for Thanksgiving, compete in a Turkey Trot 5k, and go see NASA. We did all of those things! And Benji broke his arm again.

REAL REAL BAD.

Any sort of ‘bend’ we thought we saw in his arm before paled in comparison to this. I won’t show any pictures, it’s that awful. In fact I don’t really want to relive it. It happened, it was stressful and difficult, we made it through.

I know you’re all dying to ask: was it the same arm?!!

It was. It is, rather.

Fortunately my BIL is well-versed in classic kid sports movies, so we used our time wisely indoctrinating the children in the world of Little Giants, the Sandlot, things of that sort. This was an effort to keep Benji from moving around too much. Because while the ER doctors did a shockingly good job setting the bone, we were warned aggressively that if the bones move too much he will need surgery.

Fun fact, we’re several days into being home, getting the hard cast, and we’re still being aggressively warned that we’re not out of the woods yet.

But I digress, I said I didn’t want to relive it and here we are. We end with this conversation held on the way to basketball practice.

Me: The radio isn’t working kids, we’ll just have to sing our own Christmas songs, muahaha.
J: What’s that Christmas song that goes “Joe Bidennn, Joe Bidennnnn?”
Me: That’s definitely not a thing.
B: Ughh you don’t know what you’re talking about.
J: Yes I do! It’s a Christmas song with a ‘J’ and a ‘B’ in it.
Me: The word ‘Jesus’ jumps to mind.
B: Ohhh you’re talking about Michael Jordan!
Me: He is not a Christmas song, he is a basketball player.
J and B: No he’s not! He’s a famous singer, duh!
Me: I’m very perturbed. What are we even talking about?

The rest of the ride was spent with J rocking some A cappella ‘Joe Biden’ Christmas tune while B argued with me about Michael Jordan’s persona.

It’s fine. We’re totally fine. Everything is fine.