It just so happens that it happened on my watch.

M was out doing errands, and I was getting ready for a biking event. Naturally this required my bike, which required me to take the bike off of the trainer. This of course required me to be in the garage.

It's one of those "Ok, just give me 30 seconds so I can do this and I'll be right back" issues.

So I run out start flipping the trainer handles, and I hear it. The sound of a turning door knob (the lever kind ).

"Hayden, stay right there"

(sound of the door handle being released)

"Hayden."

(flump-floop-flop-boom)

(crying)

(sound of bike being released in whatever state it was in)

The good news. No damage done whatsoever.

So there you have it. Hayden had his first good fall, down two steps. The nice thing (and this was intentional) is we have some gym style rubber padding that is underneath a garage "throw" carpet, so he didn't have the luxury of falling onto concrete.

He handled it quite well actually. I freaked out a bit. I was consoling him as he was crying and palpatating every inch of his body for broken bones or areas where he'd scream (ie: broken bones).

I asked him if he was hurt, and he sort of whimpered "knee" and pointed to it. So we rolled up his pant leg and he was ok.

Phew.

After he calmed down, we had a chat about asking for help when you want to come into the garage and that we love him very much and we don't want to see him get hurt. We also discussed that next time, he will just come along.

And as he should really. Just come along man, you're always welcome. -- cjm