Broken

So, my mommy says that I had better get going on this as I still have so much to talk about. I think she let almost the whole world know about my accident and my broken nose. I am much better now and am glad that it's not all crookiedy looking.
My big brother, Josh, was sad for me, but I think he wanted to test out how much it would hurt, and got one for himself.
Brother has decided that his new sport is boxing. We went all the way to St. George to see him fight at the fair. We got there too late to watch most of the fights, and while daddy was trying to find a way in, mommy and I went to see the animals (which were wonderful by the way! I got to see piggies and bunnies and... Oh sorry, this is about brother...). Anyway, so daddy is inside sneaking in to see the fights and he see's brothers Step-dad, Lynn, who gives daddy a "coach" stamp.
Mommy and me can't find daddy anywhere and the policemen's, who are supposed to be helpful, won't help us get into the place where brother is. Mommy, needless to say was not happy. Suddenly there was daddy and he told us how to sneak in through the back. I don't think my mommy would want me to do this when I get big, and I am sure I would get in touble if I told everyone that she did that, but she isn't here, so oh well!
We got in and there was brother, getting gloves on. I don't know why, cuz it wasn't cold in there! I was so excited to see him, and was sad when we had to go find a place to sit.
I won't tell all the details because I was watching everyone else there. They screamed and cheered most especially my dad. Brother won his fight and didn't really get hurt so everyone was happy for that. He even got a cool shiney thing that has a little man on it that looks like brother (mom says it is called a trophy) that was all his to take home. He said he had lots of fun.
The next week, mommy and I didn't go to the next fight. Mommy says it would be way past my bedtime for me to go, but daddy kept letting mommy know what was going on. But the next day when brother came over he told mommy that his nose hurt and that he got hit by the other boy in the nose. They said it was broken just like my nose was broken, and there wasn't anything to do but take medicine that tasted yucky and just to be careful.
Both brother and me are feeling much better. Mommy is going to make sure that our pictures of our noses are put together to remind to be careful. Brother won't be boxing for a while since football started, and no more climbing up things I shouldn't be. Sometimes I think mommy is too careful with me, but I don't mind, after a minute or two of screaming to climb back up the couch!