Can't Keep a Good Cowboy Down

Jack got his splints changed for casts today. They cut the one off his wrist before X-raying it but left the leg one on. He was so excited saying, "It's all betta!" he was utterly disappointed when it was confirmed that there was a break in the wrist, and it would need to be put in a cast. Then he was devastated that picking "out colors" meant for his cast and not for a treat...Oops! I guess I should have been more specific. He had a morning full of disappointments, poor guy. So following, his appointment we had to do something about all that disappointment and picked up the only weapon I know that really helps in times like these; a chocolate milkshake. He forgave me.