I've been a foster parent for almost twenty years.
It has never happened before.
I knew it was only a matter of time.
We have our first broken bone.
Unfortunately, Precious is the recipient.
Her right tibia has a clean break but is still aligned.
She and BB crashed into each other on the trampoline.
Pretty sure it could have happened in the living room.
For now, she has a splint.
I just love doctor's appointments!
Dare I say that I am happy she is adopted and not a foster child?
Too much paperwork!