This small incident will go down as one of the funniest, freakish, near panic attackish experiences to-date currently with one of our children. I was sitting outside pushing Lourdes in the baby swing in Beloit. Directly beneath me is an old cement stump that once held a fence post. Kapaun came running towards me, tripped perfectly and fell face first into the cement stump. I waited for it. I flinched, twisted, cringed in all sorts of directions because I knew he had just knocked out all of his baby and permanent teeth. He ran fast and fell hard. I waited. No sound. Did he knock himself out? Did he hurt himself so bad that the delay cry was coming in 3 seconds. Nope.
He popped up looking like this. I don't know what happened because it defies logic and physics. Imagine my surprise when down went a clean-faced boy and up popped no-shave November. I laughed and laughed and laughed. How in the world? The dirt was so perfectly formed it almost looked like I painted it on. Thank you Jesus.