So, according to Danny, here's how it happened:
"Couch. Fall down. Bounce. Boing, boing, boing." This is what he told me when I found him wide awake in his bed around midnight when I got home from work.
As you can see, we're trying to do "RICE" with him ... rest (yeah right), ice (all he wants to do is eat it), compression and elevation.
It's really quite pitiful, actually. He limps around and then starts to run, forgetting that his little ankle is hurt. Next thing I know he's fallen flat on the floor. Don't feel too sorry for him, though. We've told him a hundred times not to jump on the sofa.
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