Those are the Breaks

Tory had his broken leg set in a hard cast this morning, and he's taking it better than I expected. He can't move, but he's okay with that. He manages to get everything he needs by rolling, reaching, and whining. He doesn't seem to be in pain, and is surprisingly happy playing with whatever is in front of him.

As a bonus, I have one less child running around the house, getting into trouble, and setting a bad example for his siblings to copy. Plus, I always know where he is for mealtime.