Hurt Wrist

So mason has been in gymnastics camp this week and I got a call yesterday that she had fallen off the trapeze and hurt her wrist.  So I went and picked her up early and took her home.  It is nothing to take her to the hospital about, I think she just twisted it, but still I think she twisted it pretty good.  Here is the funny part though.When I got home Mason was coming out of the bathroom, with her pants around her ankles, asking for help because it hurt to bad for her to pull them up herself.  Then “Johnny on the Spot” (as Christine dubbed him last night) Miles yelled “I’ll do it!!”.  He then ran over and started yanking her pants up as hard as he could, like a mom would trying to get them up as high as possible. He was taking this very seriously , but Christine, Mason, and I could not stop laughing.It was great.  He just loves his big sister so much he would even help her pull her pants up after she goes to the toilet. And one more thing, he usually goes to the rest room with her just so he can flush the toilet.Ah. The joys.