Una has a fractured wrist. We're not even sure how she did it. If she hadn't still been a crawler (at 18 months) we may not have realised how serious it was. As it was, we realised her arm was causing her pain on Wednesday (though we knew something was wrong before that) and then by Thursday she was hobbling around up on her knees (though otherwise happy enough most of the time unless we touched her arm) so we took her to the doctor. X-rays on Friday then back to the doctor for plaster. She can't have baths, which is about the only thing she's really sad about. Back to the doctor in two weeks, hopefully to have the cast removed. X-rays were horrible because we had to twist Una's arm around and it obviously really hurt her. Fred sat in the other room and blew raspberries to cheer Una up - it worked. Fred was really interested in the x-rays. Though when we were looking at them afterwards in the cafe she said, 'Where's Una's VAGINA? [in the x-ray, which was of Una's elbows and hands]. I have a VAGINA. Sometimes babies come out of VAGINAS. Mummy, how do the babies get into VAGINAS?' which was our first birds and the bees question and I am pretty sure I did a terrible job answering it. Also in the waiting room at the radiologist she stood on a chair and cheerfully shouted 'SHIT SHIT SHIT' which of course she didn't get from me while I was frantically searching for my purse which Una had hidden just before we were due to go for the x-rays. I was a wee bit stressed.