We were at SIL's last night for dinner.
They have a big trampoline, and DSD7, nephew6 (E) and niece4 (M) were all jumping on it after dinner.
All of a sudden, DSD comes running in the house, saying that my M was hurt.
I was the fastest one up, so I ran outside, grabbed M off the tramp and carried her to the kitchen so that her parents could look at her ankle.
It was wrapped with DSD's scarf (it's not cold enough for one, but she carries it/wears it with religious obsession- her BM made it for her).
I guess she had told my E to wrap her ankle with it while she got help.
Her poor ankle is fine, but it was sore.
We couldn't get a straight answer from the kids, but we think she landed on it wrong. It's not broken, but she'll likely be staying off it for a few days.
The point of my post is, how prepared my DSD was for this! I am so proud of her. She doesn't know anything about first aid, but I feel she did the right thing here, and was so caring about her cousin.
It was very heart warming for all of us adults to know that she cares so much.