Ok so the humor isn't the fact that Anson broke his leg. But I will get to it. I came home early from work to allow Kay to go to the Dr about Strep throat, which she does have. She has been in bed most of the day with a fever and not so good feeling throat. Anyway I got a knock at the door and a lady who I recognized from church, but didn't quite know who she was asked if Anson could come over and play. Anson heard a knock at the door, and was excited to see a little girl at the door at seemed to be his age. (I later found out that they went to the same pre-school) So I let him go play at their house. the female said she would bring him back about 3:30. When he left it was just after 2pm.
I got another knock at the door at about 2:40. WOW that didn't last long. there he was, crying. not an uncommon thing for him, it is normally that someone wasn't playing nice, or he got his feelings hurt and wants to go home. no big deal. this time he was complaining of hurting his leg. also not uncommon around here, they usually ham it up for an hour and then forget about it. I couldn't see any cuts or swelling or anything really. so i put him on the couch to rest it.
Two hours later he is still on the couch wailing about it. this time I saw a little swelling. so I decided to take him in to see the DR before they closed and I end up paying twice as much. it's broken.
So whats so funny? all his one liners! I had to deceive him a little to get him to go to the DR. basically the only time he has gone to the DR that he remembers was to get his shots. Don't even mention anything about a DR to him! anyway there is a lady named Sharon, she lives next door to Kay's parents, she also works at the pediatric office we go to. I had to tell him that we were going to see Sharon to get it feeling better. As we drove into the parking lot, he recognized where we were going. It was the end of the world! "OH DAD WWWWHHHHHYYYYYY!"
We had just gotten done with the x-rays. the nurse asked Anson if he wanted a sticker. "NO I WANT A TREAT!" she came back with a cup of tootsie rolls for him.
The Dr told us that it was broken, and was in the process of putting a temporary splint on his leg. He explained we would need to come back next week to get a hard cast. Anson - "Well what color are they going to use? I don't want any girl colors, just boy colors."
You've got to understand, Anson tries to get out of going to church every way he can each week. he thinks it's boring. anyway we get home, and he is sitting in the baby stroller to eat his dinner. "well I guess I don't half to go to church with a broken leg!"
I must say this .... he took it like a man! Not too much of a complaint for someone who just broke their leg, refused to go to the doctor, took advantage of the opportunity of getting some candy, made it clear that no girl colors go on his leg, and found a good excuse not to go to church. oh. wait. never-mind.
Its taken me a little longer than I had planned due to dry-rot, but it's getting there. It will end up being our laundry room. With where the washer and dryer is now, in the winter time the lines like to freeze. 
... What this app is, is basically a magazine that is put together by your input. First off, you select titles that interest you, such as, "gadgets" "photography" "app store" or "woodworking" (my favorite is app store because it keeps me up on all the cool apps that come out)
SO WE WENT TO THE ZOO THE OTHER DAY
WHEN WE GOT HOME AND LOOKED AT THE PHOTOS WE REALIZED TWO THINGS, JESSICA HAD THE SAME SHIRT ON THAT LORIN DID TWO YEARS AGO, AND HOW MUCH THEY LOOKED ALIKE. CAN YOU PICK OUT WHO IS WHO?
Ok so the humor isn't the fact that Anson broke his leg. But I will get to it. I came home early from work to allow Kay to go to the Dr about Strep throat, which she does have. She has been in bed most of the day with a fever and not so good feeling throat. Anyway I got a knock at the door and a lady who I recognized from church, but didn't quite know who she was asked if Anson could come over and play. Anson heard a knock at the door, and was excited to see a little girl at the door at seemed to be his age. (I later found out that they went to the same pre-school) So I let him go play at their house. the female said she would bring him back about 3:30. When he left it was just after 2pm.
