Yesterday, after driving home in the rain for an hour, Madelyn met me at the garage door when I pulled in the driveway.
In that snotty singsong tone of voice that all almost ten year old girls can have, she said, "Chase fell on his bike and got hurt..". You could tell she wanted to add, "Stupid kid..". But thankfully she restrained herself and left it at that.
I walked up the stairs to the bathroom where I could hear my boyfriend coaxing a sobbing Chase into the shower.
"C'mon Bubby...you'll feel better if you get the dirt off...how's that elbow?"
"I-i-it h-h-h-hurts.."..he said while crying unconsolably. When he realized I was in the room too, he cried even harder and I peeked in to see him in the shower. He did manage to scrape his elbow in magnificent fashion, and damaged his pride quite a bit too.
All he would tell me at the time was that he'd fallen off his bike at his friend's house. I knew, from the way he was avoiding my eyes, that there was more to the story.
After he gingerly got out of the tub, and while he was getting in his jammies, I decided to ask Madelyn if she saw him fall.
"No..but I know he was riding his bike and holding his umbrella at the same time so he probably couldn't balance.."