In the tournament of champions that has put my children vs.
the ground in all of its hard and unmoving surfaces, the ground has won
again.
This battle royale put Ruthie
back in the ring, this time against her new nemesis, gravel parking lot.
Gravel parking lot started out as a friendly
surface, in front of our local apple farm, it was decorated with corn stalks, a
maze, smiling jack-o-lanterns and picnic tables.
We all shared so many smiles and giggles before
Ruthie’s round one knock out.
At first
it was just another fall then the pain shock waves from slamming her head into
a piece of gravel hit her nervous system and the shrieks of pain broke the
space/time continuum and could be heard as far away as the pumpkin harvest of
1993.
This defeat was like no other we’ve experienced.
Immediately and without warning the blood
began to flow from her forehead.
The sleeve
on my wife’s gray sweater was beginning to shine a crimson red in places and
the shrieks continued.
Luckily, she’s
got an awesome and extremely well prepared Dad.
I ran to the stroller, pulled out my trusted baby survival kit and ran
back to wipe up blood and apply a life-saving Band-Aid to her forehead.
It was about ten minutes until she settled
down and I must admit, the whole thing was awful but in the end she looked adorable with
that Dora the Explorer Band-Aid.
In the tournament of champions that has put my children vs.
the ground in all of its hard and unmoving surfaces, the ground has won
again. This battle royale put Ruthie
back in the ring, this time against her new nemesis, gravel parking lot. Gravel parking lot started out as a friendly
surface, in front of our local apple farm, it was decorated with corn stalks, a
maze, smiling jack-o-lanterns and picnic tables. We all shared so many smiles and giggles before
Ruthie’s round one knock out. At first
it was just another fall then the pain shock waves from slamming her head into
a piece of gravel hit her nervous system and the shrieks of pain broke the
space/time continuum and could be heard as far away as the pumpkin harvest of
1993. 
This defeat was like no other we’ve experienced. Immediately and without warning the blood
began to flow from her forehead. The sleeve
on my wife’s gray sweater was beginning to shine a crimson red in places and
the shrieks continued. Luckily, she’s
got an awesome and extremely well prepared Dad.
I ran to the stroller, pulled out my trusted baby survival kit and ran
back to wipe up blood and apply a life-saving Band-Aid to her forehead. It was about ten minutes until she settled
down and I must admit, the whole thing was awful but in the end she looked adorable with
that Dora the Explorer Band-Aid.
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