Broken Boy!

A trip to the Hospital!

Getting looked after by the nice lady on the ride to the hospital.

How did this happen?

Just as I was getting ready for a busy term to begin, I called a few friends looking for something to do.  But alas, no need, something found me.  We have a new trampoline that the boys love using and they are very good at abiding by the few rules of jumping.  One of them being that the zipper on the very padded safety net remains zipped up when you are on it.  Both boys were jumping and tumbling and Robbie decided to get off, but he didn't close the zipper.  Rocci bounded over to do it himself but misjudged his boing and bounced right out of the little opening flap.  All that padding up and around the tramp was not enough to save the leaping lad and he landed with a splat and a crack on the grass below.  This in itself isn't very unusual - as he often does funny things and hurts himself, but this time was quite clearly a bit different.  After assessing the damage with the help of our on call GrambulanPa, we decided to call the real Ambulance.

Little legs - big bed!

Robbie enjoys the ride from the front.  No sirens though!