No, I did not stop by my local morgue and snap some pictures. These are H's legs (and an arm, too). H recently requested that we remove the training wheels from her bike. Nuff said? These bruises were acquired in a mere 24-hour period. She's a trooper, though. I'll give her that. Only one real accident to speak of: this morning as she was riding out front and O was walking around out front, O "wasn't paying attention and wouldn't get out of the way!" Those were H's words. So we had the little talk about drivers and pedestrians and how responsible drivers always watch out for other cars and other PEOPLE. I'm sure that's the last time we'll have to have that talk. Uh-huh.
(by the way, a handful of you will recognize the song reference in the title of this post. MOM?)