And It All Started Out So Funny . . .

We had some great spring weather this week.  Which means kids out on scooters and bikes and playing ball at the park.  Wednesday evening just before six, Andy got in a little predicament.  His pants got stuck in his bike chain.  One of the neighborhood kids came over and told us so Scott went across the street to the park to free him.  It was kind of funny--a bunch of kids gathered around while Scott worked to get the pants out of the stubborn bike chain.  I walked over and took a picture.  And I was reminded of the time Andy got stuck in his seat belt (don't ask me how) and we ended up having to find an Allen wrench and unscrew the seat belt from the wall of the van. 

Anyway, Scott was successful and Andy was free.  I walked back to the house and as I turned into the kitchen I caught a brief sight out the windwo of Scott falling over the fence. I only saw the end of it and I couldn't really tell that he was hurt.  He had been climbing, or hopping over the split-rail type fence that goes around the park (you can see it in the background of the pic if you look closely).  He had put his hands on the fence and then went to hop over, or swing his legs over, or whatever, and somehow caught his feet and fell to cement sidewalk.  Again, the kids were gathered around.  (Later I would learn that they were saying "Ooh! Gross! Look at all the blood. And the big bump on his arm.")

Well, he was hurt--pretty badly.  He had a gash in his left eyebrow and a broken elbow, which put him in the hospital for two nights.  He got four stitches in his head and had surgery to piece his elbow back together, which broke into 6 or 7 pieces.  The doctor called him "a tough case."  When he does something, he is very thorough, just like any accountant should be.