"That's my fraction!"
And it is. I'm gonna call him "bookends": starts the school year with a broken hand and ends it with a broken clavicle.

It will impact his summer camp activities for a couple of weeks at least. I won't know how much for sure until the follow-up visit in ten days.

I think he was trying to impress me.

He had taught himself how to pump a swing - I know, at his age he ought to know this already but he's spoiled: Mom pushes him - and maxed out the swing's range. He said later that he planned to jump off but let go too soon. He had seen a girl jump off her swing at the park the previous week and he thought that was cool enough to try himself.

He landed on the mulch, on his left shoulder, popped up to his feet and came over to me rather quickly. I was pretending to change tires à la Cars' pit stop on the youngest boy's bouncing playground car, barely five feet away. If he had jumped forward off the swing, he might have landed on me!

So, I didn't necessarily see the fall. I saw the popping up and where the mulch was clinging to his shirt and shorts. He cried but not very much. We sat there for about fifteen minutes and he said he wanted to go home. I made sure that he sat on the side of the car that would cross the shoulder strap of the seat belt over his right side.

He lay down on the couch on a pillow. I talked him into a warm bath with a warm terry washcloth as a compress for the pain. I saw bruising develop in the skin on top of his left collarbone and when Jeff got home, he took Kenny to the ER.

They sent him home in a "figure-of-eight" strap. I would almost prefer a cast because he can still move enough to cause pain.

He carries his school backpack on only his right shoulder now, instead of across both shoulders. That looks a little more grown-up. And, he might get over his thumbsucking habit since he can't comfortably do that now. But, he's sleeping with us for the time being.