Lloyd hurt his wrist somehow. He doesn’t remember how it happened, but I’m going to guess it’s all of his late-night superhero stuff. It’s hard work keeping a big metropolis like Seward crime-free, and sooner or later your joints are going to pay the price.
We went to Wal-Mart tonight to get a wrist brace. He tried them all on and settled for a sturdy one with a decidedly Minnie Pearl vibe. (He hasn’t taken the tag off yet.)
When he tried it on I was reminded of the two times I went bowling as a pre-teen. I was really, really bad at it, and was told I had a spaghetti wrist. Somehow or another I bought (or was given) a wrap-around wrist brace, and thought that it was the coolest thing in the world! I wore that thing all the time! Come to think of it, I might not have ever gone bowling a second time – I just wore it like some one-armed Wonder Woman. Pow! Pow!