The accident

This weekend was a dear friends birthday party for her sweet one year old. All three of my kiddos were invited, and were so excited to attend. They love parties. My friends family has a trampoline that the kids were most excited about, we don't have one, nor will we ever, so this was an extra special treat for them. I don't know how many of you know the game, "crack the egg," but its a tramp game that you take turns sitting down, crossing your legs and holding them tight while another jumper tries to "break you open" with a forceful jump. The kids were all playing this game having a good time, (do you see where this is going yet?) all the parents had an eye on them, but then again, all it takes is just one second. I turned around...and heard my child screaming. Then I saw the blood. My heart dropped out. That's all. I ran to him to see what had happened. My daughter, the little mommy, was screaming worse than he was...she was so scared. It's amazing as a mom how fast we can change gears, you are so afraid, but yet somehow a rational calm came over me. We had a busted lip and bleeding teeth. Poor baby just wanted to go home, so we loaded up and headed home for daddy to take a look at, and calling the dentist along the way. When we got home my husband is looking him over and asked him, "What happened? I thought you were Superman!" Dillon replied, "I didn't wear that shirt today..." Too finish up the story we are dealing with three broken roots, hoping and praying for a miracle that they heal on their own! Moral of the story, make sure you always have your Superman shirt on!