So. Friday night we'd gone out to a movie with friends and left the kids in the care of a great babysitter. Turns out Jo took a fall from the monkey bars. SweetbabysitterJ didn't do anything wrong and in fact, did exactly what I would have done. Loved her, iced it, and put her to bed on time. I found out at 2 a.m. when Jo comes up stairs that her wrist hurt, but I didn't know what the cause was behind it why. Didn't care, to be honest, because I was half asleep and so was she. Come morning, I hear the tale of wo, and we ice it again and go about our day with Ibuprofen as our friend. She's acting fine, just complaining off and on that it hurts. The thought that it could be broken crosses mind immediately, but I decide to give it time before rushing into an ER joint and paying lots for it. Plus, I had a bridal shower and a few other things to do. And she was FINE.... Come Sunday, she complained even less. I'm starting to think we...