We're a little dramatic around here. And I don't just mean we enjoy acting on the stage. For example, when Mini-me gets in trouble, she starts shouting "Fine! Take away my toys and lock me in a closet forever! I don't care!" It's a little much.
On Tuesday, we were hanging with Curly's family at his brothers house. They have really fun toys there, including a trampoline. Ginger was happily jumping with a cousin when he stole her bounce. She landed on a hard surface, buckling her leg. For the rest of the evening, she whimpered and grabbed at her knee. The next morning, she wouldn't walk on it. She crawled if she really needed something, but mostly demanded that I carry her. I got her in to see the doctor, where, as soon as he entered the room, Ginger ran around the room. Ran. When earlier she wouldn't put any weight on the leg.
The doctor diagnosed her with dramatics.