Wreck

Carson and Carter are treading on new ground. We are getting to the point where I am letting them venture out of sight more and more. They have been wanting to ride their bikes with Baylee, the neighbor, all week to the school a little over a half mile away. Today I was busy working outside and decided this could be the day. It was 7 pm so I told them to be home by 7:40. By the time they rushed around getting everything ready (who knows what that entailed) it was 7:18. At 7:38 they come back in the door. They plop down on the couch, except Cars who is busy doing something. I asked him what he was doing and he says, "Oh, I wrecked pretty bad, but I had my helmet on, it's ok." He comes over to me with a band-aid in hand and pulls up his shirt. His arm was munched! The road won that battle. Then he lifts up his shorts and his whole thigh was covered in scratches that took all the skin and it was just flaming red! I asked if he wrecked on the way home and he tells me in the calmist voice, "No. On the way there. But Baylee really wanted to play so we went to the park and played and then came home. Please put this on and be careful. It hurts really bad." He was so calm and matter of fact. He is soooooo tough. The school nurse says one of the toughest. She laughs everytime she calls me (protocol if they go to her office) and tells me what he did this time. He RARELY ever cries from being hurt (tired cry is another story!!!) I love this adventurous, fun side of him. Tough as nails too!!!