Now, here's where things get interesting...

Now, remember lots of those events that I mentioned waaaay back at the beginning of May?  Well, here is where things get interesting!  It goes like this:

Daddy goes for a run.  He hits a lose piece of pavement, falls, and hurts his wrist and arm.  But, being too stubborn, and it isn't that badly swollen, he doesn't do anything about it.  EXCEPT fly off to Montreal, Canada for the Grand Prix -- abandoning me to the grandparents for a few days (Yes!)

I spend three days playing with Grandpa and Grandma and having a really great time.  Mommy and Daddy are off having a really miserable time  getting rained on, suffering with a broken arm, etc...  Clearly, I got the better end of the deal -- now, if they would only just listen to me and stay and have fun with me.

Daddy gets back.  Goes to doctor.  "Oh," the doctor says, "you have a displaced fracture of your radius" or something like that.  I think it means "ouch! You Fool!"  And if it doesn't, well, I'll just say "Ouch!  You Fool!"  The broken wrist isn't diagnosed for another 4 weeks or so...

Fortunately, I still have some pictures of a zoo trip to post -- which will have to occupy the next few entries as this is the point where daddy's ability to hold a camera could be described as non-existant.  Or, more precisely, I've got a few weeks of freedom from having my picture taken!  Wahoo!