Carlie wanted to ride her bike around the block. Which is not that big of a deal. She was just riding laps around the block. But usually? I am hanging out on the deck or whatever while she does that. But tonight? I decided to go inside and cook dinner, leaving the back door open.
I felt a little apprehensive about this, and then felt lame for being apprehensive about it. Because? Sheesh, she's only riding her bike around the block.
And then? I heard her in the distance, wailing. Or howling. Or a combination of wailing and howling. Whatever it was, she was obviously in excruciating pain. Like the bone is poking thru pain.
I dropped what I was doing, ran out the back door, onto the deck, and there she sat in the yard.