i can't believe this happened

Andy's already got a big fat black eye. It looks really bad. I'll preface the following with that bit of info.

Shawn came home after work, had a scotch on the rocks (a Jackson tradition) and I asked him to change Andy's diaper. Andy of course refused and planted his feet, so Shawn pulled him fairly gently by the arms towards the house, with Andy hollering in protest. Then, out of the blue, Suey came running by with a giant stick in her mouth and knocked Andy to the ground. He fell and cried.

The next thing we knew, Andy was holding his arm to his side and crying. He refused to move his arm and when we tried to move it he'd cry harder. We took him in and waited for the pain to subside. It didn't.

Okay, I thought. Off to the ER we go. He cried as we got him in his car seat and he cried harder when we went over the bumps in the road. We rushed him into the ER with panic on our faces. He still cried.

I said to the triage nurse, "I think my son has a broken arm."

Pause to tell you what state my son is in. His eye is horribly bruised. He's been at the park where he was throwing sand in his hair and at the other children. He was punished, so we left, and in the process he threw himself down in the mud and cried. He's got a ring of black Oreo crumbs on his mouth.

So he's got filthy clothing, sand in his hair, crud on his mouth and a large black eye. He's wailing loudly that "Daddy pulled my arm! Daddy squeezed my arm!" And Shawn is standing beside me with a terrified look on his face and scotch on his breath. This doesn't look good from any angle. Clearly we are negligent parents.

We checked in while he cried. The nurse gave me a hospital bracelet for Andy and told us to wait for a minute in the waiting room.

As we sat down, Andy stopped crying, started waving his 'broken' arm and announced loudly, "My boo boo feels all better now!"

And he hopped down and jumped around with glee.

And thus, we left. Thankful, but mildly embarrassed.