Crutches

This is the second time DD has sprained her foot during a dance class. Last time she got the ugly blue Velcro shoe and Motrin. This time she's got a full boot, crutches and Vicodin. Poor dear.

I took her to school this morning, and so far she hasn't called to come home early. She has obtained an elusive Elevator Key for school use during her recovery. Oooooh. Ahhhhh. And everyone wants to carry your books when you're out of commission, because you get to leave class a few minutes early. So far crutches are cool. I'm thinking not for long though.