Whose laughing... cough... chuckle..

At about 5:26 pm I found myself arranging things in the bathroom. My ever darling sister thinks it a game to leave all her stuff on our bathroom counter just to see how long I will let it sit there before my head explodes and I go postal. I have a clutter problem; so kill me. Anywho... while I was straightening her latest mess, Austin, my seven year old brother, positioned himself in a laundry basket at the top of our flight of 19 stairs. Not paying much attention I kept to my cleaning.

I vaguely remember hearing something like "ready, set, go" escape his lips, I was probably humming or singing some show tune to myself, before I heard a crash. Immediately I popped my head out the doorway and my eyes fell upon a traumatic scene. The laundry basket was on it's side at the bottom of our stairs, Austin's rear was slammed up against the front door, legs bending back over his upper body positioned flat on the floor. He then rolled over and sat up. Looking up at me momentarily with a "did that really just happen" look on his face I noticed him begin to take short rapid breaths. Eyes welling with tears he immediately starts shrieking "Amber help me! My arm is broked I know it is! It's broked! It's broked!" Cue panicked mom.

Mom rushes down the stairs and takes the wailing Austin in her arms and says "Its not broken AJ. You're fine calm down." For the next two hours Austin sits on mom's bedroom floor and the wails continue. Finally Mom and Dad cave and take the injured weasel to the IHC. Good news is, nothing is broken. Bad news is, Austin is now limping on his right leg. How we went from a broken shoulder to a limp I have yet to figure out. Interesting...