It looks like Kyla is following in my footsteps. However, I think I was 5 or 6 before I broke my arm (the first time). She was jumping from the couch to the lovesac. Zane had asked her to settle down. A few moments later she was crying on the couch holding her right arm, Zane checked on her and she proceeded to use her arm and carry on as if she was ok. This happened Thursday night (the 11th). On friday, I was giving her a bath and when I took her shirt off she complained about her arm. So on Saturday, yup Saturday, we took her into the Children’s After Hours at Littleton Hospital. The Doctor thought that she probably just dislocated her elbow, but Kyla would still not move her arm, so they took an xray and sure enough she had a small buckle. Boy did I feel bad, she must be tougher than I am. We left the Hospital with a splint and on Wednesday (the 17th) we went in to get a cast!