Tuesday, March 01, 2011
In the Next Moment...
But when I was still fifteen feet away, he just jumped. I don't think this photo conveys how high it really was. He landed on his feet but the impact of the landing crumpled him into a little accordion fold of a boy. I gasped out loud and another mother gave a short little shriek. Then he popped up with a mouthful of dirt, bark embedded into his forehead, and big smile. I picked the bark out of his skin, which left a little puncture underneath, he spit out the dirt and the other mother offered me a defibrillator for myself.
We've since set some firm guidelines on heights too high for jumping.