The Gladiator

The Travelator... that's what it's called! Have you seen "American Gladiators" yet? It's a competition that requires great athletic prowess and extreme courage. And in this competition there is a segment in which the contestants run up a ramp moving the opposite direction that they want to go, up hill no less, and they have to grab the rope that is half way up the track to get themselves to the top.



Well, evidently there is a "travelator" of child proportions at the play structure near our house. Kevin has been able to traverse this contraption with skill and strength that would blow competitors his age and size out of the water. But alas, on Wednesday the travelator got the best of him. With a tight grip on the chain he lost his footing and in about half a second he swung full circle and hit the play structure with a clang so loud I heard him hit from 20 feet away. Thinking he'd probably hit his shoulder I waited for just a second to watch him recover and go on his way. But he didn't. He came to me kind of dazed and said, "Ow Mom!"

Then blood began to run down his face. I asked a friend to go in a building and get something and called Logan who seemed to be by my side in a matter of seconds. Thinking quickly he scooped Kevin up and took him to see someone on campus to try and determine whether we would need to take him to the ER or not.

Evidently it was a tough day at the playground. Another kid apparently lost two teeth.

But Kevin, the Gladiator, is already itching to get back to the playground. We'll probably go today.

Weather Man 2

Logan clicked through all of the channels this morning to find the weather forcast. Finding only stories about wrecks, rape and war he turned it off disappointed. I commented about the situation while Kevin walked over to the window.

"Cloudy, Dad, no sun," he said.

"Thanks buddy," I said with a laugh and turning to Logan I said, "There's your weather forcast."

Logan commented on the intelligence of our son to which Kevin said, "My head is helping me."

"Your head is helping you?"

"Yep."

Then he looked out the window again and looking at Logan said, "Foggy."

Again with a chuckle I said, "There's your update."

"Foggy?" Logan asked.

"Yep. It's air that is fog that hides stuff. And when you go over here (running over to the kitchen) it moves over there. When you go over here (running to the front door) it moves over there. It hides stuff when you go through it."