Head-over-Heels

The following true story is regarding the three subjects in this picture . . .

Sammi, William, and a Swing.

(Just ignore the Harry Potter costumes -- they are irrelevant.)

The weather was so beautiful last night -- so we geared-up and headed out on a family bike ride. We took over the trails with our motley-crew and tried to dodge others in our way. I only got honked at once (and not for why I used to get honked at!) -- I considered myself lucky. We made our way to a near-by park and we stopped for a little play-time. Everyone was enjoying themselves, it was a lovely evening . . . just lovely.

Everyone was smiling and happy. I love smiles and happy.

Charles and I were chatting away, as the kids explored the playground. Sammi (who loves to swing), called us over to come and watch her. She wanted to show us how high she could fly. We watched and enjoyed her squealing and delight. She can go REALLY high!

William (who was swinging right next to Sammi), was also cheesed about being at the park -- on the swings. He was trying to pump his legs to get going . . . not much luck. Meanwhile, Sammi kept going higher and higher . . . above the trees . . . to the clouds . . . outer-space.

Charles and I watched.

Then, in a tiny split-second . . . William hopped off his swing. He toddled his way RIGHT behind head-in-the-clouds-Sammi and her soaring-swing.

There were literally seconds (or less) to respond as Charles and I watched Sammi straight up in the sky and William standing right underneath where she would come flying down. No time. Too fast. We could do nothing -- but watch.

WHAM-O!!! Sammi's almost-teen-back sledge-hammered right into William's 3-year-old-front. He went flying. Literally. He went head-over-heels. (I had only seen this in movies, but it REALLY happened!) His feet flipped over his head and he landed on his front.

A moment of silence. A moment of horror. Then he SCREAMED!!!!!

While I freaked-out on the inside, I scooped him up, and checked for damage. (I was sure there would be blood, broken bones -- something.) I held him, tried to sooth him. I kept looking for blood.

Sammi was horrified. Not to mention she hurt, too. (She said it felt like she had hit a rock.) She walked away, so sad. "I 'm sorry, I am sorry!" she kept saying.

I kept searching William's body. There was no blood? I was shocked. No scrape, no bruise. No nothing.

We went back to our bikes so we could be on our way home, a little less immortal-feeling. Then William let out a piercing scream, "WAHHHHHHH!!!!!"" he freaked. "What is the matter, William? What hurts!?" I asked. I was worried there was something internally wrong, something we could not see . . .

There was something "internally wrong" that I could not see . . .

"NO!!!!!" he wailed. "I WANT TO SWING!!!" he shouted. He slithered out of my arms and ran full-speed back to the swing-set and got on. As cheesed as can be . . . he swung.

(No, my three year old did not draw this, I did. ;-))

What did you expect??? He is Daniel's brother, after all. ;-)