Chinny, Chin, Chin

Andrew, Lydia, Connie and I had just finished ordering our meal at Red Lobster when the cell phone rang. It was Gibson City calling to inform us that our youngest, Aaron, who had chosen not to go out to eat with us, had split his chin open and would need some stitches. The person telling us this was a nurse and I assumed she knew what she was talking about. Connie asked if we needed to come right away or if we could eat our meal. The nurse said there was time and that Aaron was not in too much distress. It is amazing how your view of child raising changes with time. Had this happened with our oldest, we would have blasted out of the restaurant and driven like banshees home. As it was, we enjoyed our food and conversation and then drove through some of the thickest fog I have seen in order to get to Gibson.

The first question from Connie to Aaron had to do with how he was doing. My first question was what he was doing when he fell! Well, said Aaron, I thought it would be fun to ride my bike on the ice. And it was, at least momentarily. However, ice and bikes do not go together and when he fell, he literlly took it on the chin. A gaping would was the result.

When the doctor saw us in the emergency room he told us it had been a very busy day. Lots of folks had fallen on the ice. None, however, had been riding their bike on the ice. It is good to be unique. I was confident he would band aid the chin and send us home. Nurses are always right, however. An hour and six blue stitches later we were on our way home.

There is pleasure in sin for a season, I guess. But, the fall is always inevitable. The stitches are now out and we are waiting for everything to heal up completely. It looks like there won't be much in the way of a scar. Memories of ice skating on a bicycle will remain, however.