Danny's Knee

Danny had his first heelies accident.

Yes, my husband has shoes with wheels in them. It makes trips to the mall fun for both of us. See, I am catching on to this whole "wife" thing. Give them shoes that make them want to go to the mall and, wha-la, suddenly he's the one asking to go shopping. So, while I try on new dresses, Danny's kickin' it with the other 3rd graders who are rolling around waiting for their moms to pick out their new school outfits. It's the perfect set-up.

This last Monday was "Take-Your-Kid-To-Work" day, and one of Danny's co-worker's brought her seven-year-old son. He requested that Danny bring his heelies so they could skate together. Well, apparently they found the biggest hill in Columbia, and while skating down it, also found the biggest crack. Both went flying, but, as the seven-year-old proudly claims, he got up first.

When I picked Danny up from work that afternoon (we are still sharing a car while mine is at the car hospital getting well) he proudly showed me his torn pants and his battle wounds. Here are pictures as proof that I am not making this up.