Had a little scare on Tuesday morning in St. Joe. We had just finished breakfast, Dash and I were walking around town. He was a bit hyper. We crossed a street together and he ran up ahead of me, I wasn't too far behind. A flat grassy area led to a bluff.

Dash starts running and says "Daddy, can I run down this..."

Before I could shout "No!" and before he could finish his question he was gone.  I start trotting to the embankment, and when I got to where I thought I should be seeing the slope, but couldn't (it was steeper than I would have expected), "Oh, shi*!" I ran to the top of the embankment and saw Dash on his knees at the bottom near a tree.  He hadn't had nearly enough time to run down the embankment.  He had fallen, he was crying and passersby where stopped and staring. I start running down the dew-slicked slope, sliding in my sandals, sunglasses bouncing off my head. I get down to him, he's a little shellshocked, crying, with scrapped knees and elbows. One guy yells "Is he alright?"  I reply "I don't know yet." Two folks say that he was doing full-on somersaults, "but that it looked like he kept his chin tucked and protected his head pretty well."

Long story short, he was shaken up and a little stirred, but he did, in fact, protect his head.  We kept an eye on him, he was fine. 

Still pretty scary, though.  One bad bounce and...