Troubles at Washington Park

So we went to the Washington Park concert and Brew City Bruisers event. We roller skated, we made roller skate crafts, we ate free hot dogs and watermelon and cookies, we hung out with friends and family. We had a great time.

Until.

Coen rode a borrowed scooter, down an enormous hill that he was told NOT to ride anything down.  Tad and I both saw him from our spot on the blanket, way up on that hill. He was going impossibly fast. We both knew he was going to fall. And he did.  Big time.  Tad and I ran to him.  A nice man picked Coen up.  After he fell, he popped right up, all bloody and screaming.  Tad took Coen and all of us went down by the Urban Ecology Center where some nice staff tried to clean and bandage him up.  Then we took him to the ER.

It was a long night, but Coen's fine. No broken bones, no concussion.  Just a jammed pinkie, a bruise and deep wound on his chin.  Some road rash and cuts and bumps and scrapes. But he's fine. And he's learned a very valuable lesson.

Plus no scooter for the rest of the week.

Coen's worst injury--his chin.

At about 10:00 p.m., all fixed up, the kids got giddy. Coen is reminding Lucy of all the blood.

A bandaged and cleaned up boy.