When I was a kid I broke both of my arms, at different times. The right one was broken when I was pushed on roller skates and the left one when my boyfriend bunked me up over his horse and over the other side (I can hear you laughing you know!).
On the weekend we had our first child break a bone. Tomas was playing football and another kid kicked the ball over the back yard fence. Tomas climbed the timber fence, his leg of his denim jeans got caught on a paling and he fell, breaking the fall with his right arm. He managed to break his forearm in such a way that it needed to be operated on. Tomas will now set off security alarms at shops and airports! Just kidding.
It has been a tough time with many more appointments and procedures to follow. The K-Wire has to be removed in a few weeks time.
The worst part of it is Tom is right handed. As I said to him, I learned to do lots of things with my left hand when I broke my right arm, which kind of makes us special :)