ouch, that's gotta hurt

Where do I start with this one...

Danny asked me if he could go to a friend's house after school today. They have a "skateboarding team" that consists of 3 or 4 kids with no competitors.

In order to get to pretty much anyone's house from ours, it requires going up a massive hill (in any direction). Danny has always walked up the hills with skateboard in hand or walking his bike.

Today, he decided to skateboard down one. Around 4:00 today, I get a phone call from him.

Danny: "Mom, can you come pick me up?"
me: "Where are you?"
Danny: "At the corner of Barclay and Monserat."
me: "Why do you need me to come get you? You're just down the street."
Danny: "Because I fell and I can hardly walk."
me: (thinking) fuck....
me: "OK, I'll be there in a minute."

I drive up the hill and see Danny sitting on the curb with his helmet on and his skateboard next to him. He gets up, walks to my car and throws his skateboard and helmet in the back seat then gets in next to me in the front seat. Immediately I scan him from knees up looking for the damage. Small little scrape on the knee. No big deal. Wondering why he's being such a drama queen.

Then I see this on his elbow.



Now mind you, this is the cleaned up version. When he got in the car, him elbow was covered in blood.

He didn't even realize what happened to his elbow. When I pointed it out, he went into a slight panic at the sight of the blood.

We came home, I cleaned it up, we went to Blockbuster, got some pizza, and now he's good to go.