James

James the poor kid. Gene and I went on a date tonight. We left Kelty tending for about 45 mins. Then my in-laws where going to come down and help them get baths and in bed. Well I called home to see how things where going? Kelty informs me she has already called grandma Janet and that James has wrecked on his bike. I am like ok how bad. She said not to bad. Well my inlaws came down we talked to them on the phone they said not to worry he was fine. Bruised up and will have a black eye but he is ok and to enjoy the rest of our night out.
So we did. We have season tickets to the Hale Theater in Orem. So on the way home I call home and tell my in-laws we are on our way and they can go if they want. They say oh no we will wait till you are here.
Boy am I glad they waited, this is what I came home to.

Trust me it is alot worse than it looks in these pictures. His fingers are gashed open and a nasty cut on his toe.

I guess he was riding the neighbors little bike like a 12 inch tire bike. The neighborhood kids call it El diablo. Well I think I can see why now. Holy cow I will have to take more pictures and add them as it gets worse, I can only imagine how much worse it is going to get.

A big kudos goes out to Kelty she did what we told her. Call her grandparents. She did and they came down. A big thanks goes out to my inlaws. They know how I react to stuff like this. They warned me before I got home.

James is fine just really really banged up.