This actually happened last Monday afternoon on Labor Day. Those dang trampolines are going to kill us yet.
Poor Gabe did not get much sympathy from me that night. I just figured he was milking it for all he could. For some reason my kids like to do that. The next morning he was hopping around the house like a kangaroo, so I kept him home, iced it up, and called the dr. Sure enough, the x-ray showed a break in the growth plate. The novelty of the cast wore off in about 2 days, and now I have to make him WALK with it. He still thinks that he can barrel thru the house and up and down the stairs like normal. You can always tell when he is coming though because he clonks thru the house like a peg legged pirate.