It was kind of gruesome. When she came in the house she was whimpering but not crying: Daddy, I broke my arm." from the dining room. Like most parents, he responded with "Oh, come on, you did not." She walked around the corner into the living room and My wife, son, and I said in unison: "Oh yes she did!" It was bent at about a 11 degree angle between the elbow and wrist.
She's been a real trooper though. Besides wanting to go home instead of the hospital at first (understandable, it's a safe place), she's gone along with the program without complaint.