I have a Picture of You in My Mind....

Boy had just come in from Training.

He likes to work out. He likes to make it a challenge.

When he was 3, he asked for a drink. I said "where's your cup".

"It's in my room".

"Go and Get it then",

So up he headed.... thud, thud, thud, thud up the stairs.

More thudding as he went into the bedroom, and then a god almighty crash.

We ran upstairs to find him laying on the floor between his upturned toy box, and his bed, blood gushing from the bridge of his nose.

He had decided to cross his bedroom floor without touching the carpet, which involved bouncing from box to box. The last box in the chain had been a big round bucket, upside down. Sadly it wasn't flat on the ground and when he landed on it, and it slipped out from under him, and he went head first onto the frame of his pine bed.

Blood was spurting, I could see bone. I held it together with my fingers, and Si wrapped Toolibell up, and put her in the car. I carried Boy in one arm, holding his nose with the other. I sat in the back seat with Boy, Baby Tooli in the baby seat in front, and we drove to the hospital.

Three stitches later, we were on our way home, no worse for wear - the hospital had just been another adventure.

He goes at life like that! Head first, no fear of the consequences.

If only I could take on every challenge like that!