I went to church this morning...brought my 8yo daughter, but my 10 yo son didn't want to go, so I left him home with dh. Not a big deal. I headed to Sunday school and all is well. Service starts and it's time for praises and thanksgivings. First guy who speaks tells of arriving early and deciding to go through his hold neighborhood...mine. He's driving down the big hill (only one in the neighborhood and it happens to be in front of my house) and a boy comes tearing down the driveway out into the road and falls off his scooter right in front of the car! Since it was my driveway he was describing I know that this was my son! Fortunately, the guy was driving slowly and stopped in time, but I don't think I heard a word the minister said and I have no idea if any music came out of my mouth. I shudder to think of the outcome if it had been one of the young kids that drive in our neighborhood and my stomach just ties in knots even thinking about what DID happen. All is well, and lesson learned (I hope) by my son (who was NOT wearing a helmet).