The Bleachers Always Win

Isn't it funny that no matter how much we try to warn our children of all the ills that may befall them if they don't look both ways before crossing the street, stay away from the hot stove, or don't run up and down the bleachers, they often fail to take our well intentioned advice.  It usually takes an accident to teach our precious ones the dangers of life and if we're lucky, it is only a minor injury which occurs.  Saturday at Austin's basketball our dear little Ainsley was happily traipsing up and down the bleachers, even though we have cautioned her repeatedly to be careful, when she quietly tripped and fell on her way up.  She didn't cry, she didn't scream; she just casually approached us holding her mouth.  Of course the white shirt did little to hide the blood, but she hadn't noticed it yet.  Amazingly she hadn't noticed the blood yet so of course when Tom asked her what the heck happened it brutally brought her attention to the profusion of blood pouring from her mouth.  That brought the floodgates on and Tom raced her to the bathroom.  By the time they got there, Tom had an entire puddle of blood cupped in his hand.  He cleaned her up and calmed her down and by the end of the day she was relishing in the re-telling of the story.  Hopefully she has learned her lesson and will practice a little more poise when skipping up and down the bleachers!