Emily decided to try her hand at flying.
The park has some platforms from which you can slide down the slides. There are various ways to get to the top of the platform, including stairs, monkey bars, climbing walls, etc. In the center of the highest platform is a hole. The hole can be reached through a tunnel of bars that go from the ground to the hole, and at the top the hole is protected with bars all the way around except for one spot where kids can get in and out of the hole. Emily had been going up the stairs, around the hole (carefully) and down the slide. Grandpa was watching her to make sure she didn't fall. She did this a few times all by herself. Well, the last time, she was climbing up and grandpa offered help. Of course being the independent two year old she is, she told him firmly, "Me do it." But as she got to the top, she was distracted by some other kids playing, didn't watch where she was walking and stepped in to the hole and dropped straight through to the bottom. It took her a second to realize what had happened and started to cry. We rushed over and checked her out and the only thing she was crying about was her foot. It didn't seem too bad, and we went home to put ice on her foot. After a while though it didn't seem like she was "shaking it off" so to speak. So we took her to the urgent care and they x-rayed her foot. The doctor didn't see anything, but wrapped her foot and sent her home. The next morning we got a call from the radiologist and said he found a small fracture in her foot. So, we had to get her in to an orthopedic doctor who put a cool pink cast on her ailing foot. She was a trooped through the whole ordeal, and the cast has not slowed her down. She gets the cast off this week, just in time for summer and swimming. *Whew* It could have been a lot worse.
Swinging with Grandpa before the drop.
A view from the top of the hole through which Emily fell. She's lucky she didn't hit any of the bars on the way down.



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