Monday mornings have K, Q and I wander our way down Clendenan on our way to school. I drop the boys at 9am and then walk back up to my gym to teach back to back fitness classes. This morning was no different than most Monday mornings, we bundled up, grabbed our bags and headed for school. Q found a solid ice ball and began kicking it down the street. We all joined in and made a game of it. Half way down the street Kieran was in the lead, wound up to kick the ice ball and promptly fell. Quinn was following so close behind that he tripped over Kieran. The unfortunate part was that he tripped over Kieran's head and Quinn's weight sent K's head slamming into the concrete sidewalk. Within 60 seconds there was a huge goose egg above his right eye, hovering around his hairline. We were closest to Quinn's daycare so we went in there to get an ice pack. We iced it for a few minutes and then carried on to school. I tried to call the gym but unfortunately nobody was there who could fill in for me. I left a crying K with his amazing teacher Ms. Chang, she encouraged me to go and teach my classes and then come back for him. She assured me she would take good care of him, as she always does. I managed to get my second class cancelled and rushed back to the school at 10:30am for him. We had a snuggle filled day together and thankfully he's on the mend!
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