So, last night we were at a pool part at a friends and Blue decided to take their electric scooter for a spin.  Typically when we are there the kids run around and play with stuff, and the parents hang out near the pool to make sure nobody is drowning.

We knew Blue was playing with friends and saw him at the top of the driveway on a scooter.  It’s a kid sized one, but electric and fast none the less.  All of the sudden we see him decide to bomb down the driveway with the look on his face as if he hadn’t quite thought it through.  Speed wobbles followed, along with a slight look of panic.  I watched as he dodged the rock bench and the fire pit wondering where he was planning on going.  Kristin and I were on the other side of the pool without much chance of stopping anything.  Managing to make it past the fire pit, the next obstacle ahead was the diving rock on the side of the pool.  Blue managed to miss that at the last second, and tried to bail just before scraping is leg pretty bad and rolling into the pool.  Scooter and all.  

Blue can’t swim all that well but once in the water was scooped up by a watching parent as Kristin somehow managed to grow wings and fly to that side of the pool.  Blue came out breathing heavy, and a little in shock.  I picked him up and carried him over to a chair and as I was carrying him, with his head on my shoulder, he said, “That was a little fun and a little scary.”  That’s pretty much the point right?

I feel bad about the scooter that was fished out from the bottom of the pool and hopefully it’s running fine today.  Blue is his normal self, just covered in bandages and a hair slower.  With three boys this stuff is bound to happen, and I’m sure this was the first of many.  Pray for Kristin.