Well, actually I broke Paul's leg, but that sounds malicious and intentional and this was nothing of the sort.
Yesterday while carrying Paul down the stairs, I slipped and fell, dropping Paul in the process. When Paul finally calmed down, I discovered that while he was okay with sitting and crawling, he would start to cry whenever he would try to stand or walk and refused to put weight on his right leg.
Thankfully I really like the pediatric office he goes to. They got him in yesterday evening, took x-rays, and quickly confirmed that something was wrong with his leg. Today we had an appointment with a pediatric orthopedist who put his leg in a cast. In two weeks the doctor will take off the cast, do more x-rays and go from there, but I have a feeling that he will be in a cast for at least 5 weeks. I just hope that after two his cast won't have to go all the way up to his hip.
The worst part of this is that Paul has a respiratory cold and just feels miserable on top of having a broken bone. I'm hoping that when he starts getting over his cold he'll warm up to his new appendage.
That's the story, here is the picture.

I'm sorry Paul, I love you.