Kenny got a call last night from Paw Paw saying that Zoey had hurt her arm. Kenny and I were attempting a date night and the food had literally just been put down on the table when the phone rang. We choked down our chicken wings (How white trash is that? Eating chicken wings while our baby is getting wounded?) and off we went to MiMi and Paw Paw's house. Sure enough I find my baby curled up on MiMi's lap favoring her left arm. Oy vey! Off we go to the ER.