As some of you know, today Andrew showed me that he is ready for his professional soccer career to start. Heading the ball should be no problem.

After church every week, Andrew and Ashlyn (a little girl about 4 months older than he) chase each other around the nursery while her parents and I discuss highly theological matters, namely, what we're going to have for lunch. Today turned into something al little different, though.

The two of them started chasing each other as normal and, just as we had decided on Pei Wei for lunch, we heard what sounded like a gun-shot from over where the kids were playing. After about a half-second delay, I heard Andrew shriek. Apparently, while chasing Ashlyn, he tripped over the welcome mat but the entrance to the nursery at which point he fell, head first, into the door. The gun-shot sound was his head hitting the door and breaking the solid glass panel. It didn't shatter, but it did spiderweb about one-third of the way up the door. I'm going to try to get some pictures of it tomorrow.

In our church, the nursery is pretty well segregated from the rest of the building. There are two doors leading into it; one from the hallway by the classrooms and one from the outside (the one he broke). After the noise and the child screaming, everyone within hearing distance knew that something was wrong in the nursery. So we had about half the church either in the nursery hallway or just outside the door, trying to see what was going on and trying to console my poor little boy. One heck of a way to gain celebrity.

We checked him out; he seemed OK. We soothed him down some. He cried for a few minutes, but quieted down surprisingly quickly. Within about ten minutes or so he wanted to chase Ashlyn again. We swiftly nixed that idea.

Later, after lunch, he was recounting the incident to me as I was putting him in the car and he said, "I bonked my head at church. I cried and screamed." I quickly assured him that whenever he hits his head that hard, he is more than welcome to cry and scream as much as he wants. It seems that he will emerge from this relatively unscathed, save the knot on his forehead in this picture (just ignore the chocolate-milk-mouth). We're just concerned that the day care will start to question us. We seem to sent him to school with bumps and bruises on his head quite a bit. He is all boy, remember.

(c) 2007 Scott Everett