Welcome to the klutz club

It seems that Eli is just as accident prone as his mommy. We were at the park today for our weekly playgroup. Eli had just gotten off the slide (Eli does not actually go down the slide... he just climbs up and down the stairs), and I was brushing the debris from his shoes off of my pants, when I hear a twang resonating from a few feet away. It was the type of sound you hear if you hit your hand against a hollow metal pole. For reference, go smack a swing set or a radiator pipe. After the twang Eli was lying on his back on the ground and had started to cry. I walked over, picked him up, and he had a DENT in his forehead. Not a bump, a DENT! He was lying next to a metal balance beam that was about, oh, forehead high, so I can only assume that Eli was walking along and walked straight into the beam... HARD. My only consolation is that about 20 minutes later, another child did the same thing. Oh, and Eli is OK. Just a small bruise.

This reminds me of an encounter I had with a stop sign (if you don't know this story, Chris would be MORE than happy to enlighten you)...