Tate has always been our competitive child. He competes with himself over everything, always trying to be better. In preparation for his first real basketball game he decided to practice outside in the driveway before his game. He worked and worked, dribbled, shot, etc. Some of the neighborhood kids joined him, he always plays with the older kids to challenge himself a little more.This day was no different.
At some point he tripped over his own two feet while holding the ball and his cute little face is what broke his fall. He didn't want to drop the ball and have the other kids get it and score while he was down. His poor face took a beating. He howled like I've never heard him howl. I had just stepped out of the shower and heard him running into the house with the neighbor kids screaming, "Tate is covered in blood!" There was quite the excitement at our house. His face was a mess, there was blood everywhere with a trail all the way up the driveway and into the house.
We got him cleaned up enough to see that we should probably take him in to be checked out. What I thought would be a quick visit for some glue and flushing the asphalt out of the many cuts and scrapes. We were sent to the ER for and MRI to rule out facial and nose fractures, etc.
He ended up with a clean bill of health, but missed his game in the mean time. But there have been some upsides, girls fawning over him, giving him all sorts of attention and scabs to pick to look at under the microscope. I like a kid who can look on the positive side of things!
What a handsome boy! He ended up with two black eyes and lots of swelling, but he's looking more like normal now.