robot_parade

So, Sunday evening (Easter), I'm working on supper, when one of the kids comes in to tell us that his brother 'fell of his bike'. My wife goes to check things out. Just as I'm starting to worry, my son comes back in and tells me that my wife needs me. Uh oh. I shut off the stove and run out. My wife is holding our 9 year old, with his bike off to one side and concerned kids and adults around. I go over, and he's just regaining consciousness. He's got several scrapes and apparently ate some pavement. His helmet has a nice scratch and dent in it. He asks 'what happened?' several times, and is crying. I get his attention, and ask some basic questions to see if he's responding ok. He's able to answer my questions. He doesn't seem to have any injuries other than scrapes and bruises, so we take him inside to look him over. He seems ok. Both his pupils are dilating normally. Since it was obviously a pretty bad spill, and he hit his head and lost consciousness (we think, he may have just been groggy), we decide to take him to the kid's ER. I drive him there, checking on him along the way. We got to the ER, and got him checked out. He gets a cat scan and an x-ray. No problems show up on either, so they clean him up and release him. What a relief. He's been sore today, and is supposed to rest for a few more days. And he's got to go back to the dentist to get his chipped tooth looked at some more. But it looks like he's going to be fine.