Why We Have Kids

Last night I returned home from my run to find C out riding his bike, a skill he learned scarcely a week ago. As I walked the last half-block to the house, he came flying down the street, up into the driveway, through the yard and into a Crepe myrtle branch, clothes-lining himself right off the bike and onto the ground. It was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time. Of course he's alright, there's no humor in damaged children. Amusing me is exactly why we've produced this little circus we now have.