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Once again, the Wonder Parents have let one of their children walk around with a broken bone for several days before doing anything about it. Oh, sure, the docs say that it’s perfectly normal, that this kind of fracture (on the growth plate, of all places, on her elbow) often gets worse several days later — but that’s just to give them time to get to the phone and start setting the man on your ass. I keep telling these kids, they’ve gotta soften up so that we might notice when they break something. Oh, there was some mild complaining, but nothing like one would expect. And what makes it worst of all? She was, for the first time in her life, not running in the house. She was walking normally and just slipped and fell. We can’t even lay a little guilt on her. Jeez.

Well, the good news is it’s 26 days in a cast, it’s not her dominant arm, and they say she can dance in the ballet recital this weekend. Hopefully, this dance didn’t call for a lot of graceful arm movements.

In the City today, on the subway, and there was an odd, unexpected, loud popping sound — and if you saw yesterday’s headlines about that woman who appears to have been shot for no reason right on a car, you can understand why it was a bit of an anxious moment. But there was no blood, and it was our stop. . . .