T's Big Booboo!

So last Saturday, T went biking up at Sundance with our neighbors. On the last run of the day, after valiantly staying up on his bike the entire time, T hits a rock and flies over the handle bars (with his feet still in the stirups, no less) right underneath the chair lift. Everyone got a good view of his biff and said it was spectacular! Thank Heaven for bike helmets. That night I come home from Women's Conference to find him in the same position on the couch that I left him in, and, of course, the kids are running wild without dinner or bed. He can barely breath, so I make him go down to the emergency room. Gratefully, nothing broken, but from his hip to his arm pit is one giant bruise, and he has been loopy on painkillers all week. I'd post a pic, but it is TOO gross. Image a giant blood blister down your side with lots of green and black bruises around it. Pretty, eh. Needless to say, thanks Eric for picking him up from the emergency room so late at night, but T can't play with you any more unless you promise to bring him home in one piece!