We arrived at our destination, the children piled out of the suburban. Well, most of them piled out. One of them slid, head first to the asphalt. I watched, from the other side, as his rubber boots made their descent.
He has assured me that he won't choose that same dismount style again.
*He's fine, no concussion, no cracked skull, just a black eye and road rash.
1 comment:
sooo funny.. poor thing. :)
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