I'm also glad he had it on in the winter, when we're in the house most of the day, so we didn't have to deal with having a cast during soccer season or him shoving sand or rocks or whatever in there.
After a short three weeks, we headed back up to Primary Children's today to have the cast taken off.
He was less anxious about being there this time and had a little fun looking at the fish in the foyer and all the airplane pictures on the wall in the waiting room. He was even a good sport about having his x-ray taken (he got to wear a zebra print X-ray apron; I was left with the leopard print).
Things weren't so great when the nurse came in to actually take the cast off.
Curtis, who hates loud noises (even when they're made by his favorite monster trucks) was not amused. Here are the various stages of his agony.
On the way back to the parking lot, Curtis insisted we stop at the fountain and that Traci give him a coin to throw in.
"Curtis," I said, "You get to make a wish when you throw a coin into a fountain."
He looked me straight in the eye--and then turned and threw the coin directly into the rocks.
Yep, everything is back to normal.