Yep, it's broken.

I took Jake to the doctor yesterday and he's got a fracture.  It's a clean break (not in his wrist but at the bottom of his forearm near his wrist) and was still aligned fairly well.  Which is surprising since I found out he rode all day Saturday with it broken.  It was too swollen to cast now.  The doctor put a splint on it and we will go back on Friday to have it casted.

Now I know I've mentioned he wrecked his motorcycle, but your probably wondering more details.  So here's the story.

Once upon a time there was a young boy who went camping with his father.  Both the boy and the father enjoyed riding motorcycles very much.  So on this camp trip they took their motorcycles.  They woke up Saturday and said "It looks like a beautiful day to ride."

So after breakfast, they got their motorcycles out of the truck and went for a ride with friends.  The young boy thought it was fun to jump the water run-off breaks in the trail.  He had done this on several other trails before, and thought there was no harm in this.  Now being less experienced in riding than his father, the boy rode behind his father on the trails so he could see what he father did and follow his example.  On this particular day, the father was out of sight of the boy.  The boy did not see his father roll over this particular water break.  When the boy came upon it himself, he jumped it like all the others.  The poor young boy did not know what was on the other side.  For on the other side of this water break was a gully.  The father looked back just in time to see the boy's front tire nose-dive into the trail and the young boy fly over the handlebars.

The father, kind hearted and full of love for his son, rushed back to help.  The young boy instantly grasped his wrist to his chest in pain.  The father asked the young boy if he was okay.  The young boy being very brave replied yes and refused to turn back.  It had be quite some time since the family had rode their motorcycles and the young boy's desire to ride was strong.

Now this crash took place just 1.5 miles in on the trail.  The brave young boy pushed forward and rode the rest of the day with his father, completely another 36 miles!

That evening, the young boy's wrist was still swollen.  The father decided it would be best for the two of them to head back home.  So after dinner, they loaded camp and drove home.

The next day, the mother returned home to find a bandage wrapped around her young boy's wrist.  She inquired what happened.  The information provided was vague.  She had the young boy take off the bandage so she could see.  The mother, being wise, told the young boy that they would call the doctor first thing in the morning because she thought it was broken.

Monday morning arrived and the mother took her young boy to the doctor.  The doctor confirmed the mother's suspicions.  The young boy had indeed broken a bone.