I woke up this morning to the sound of the phone ringing--and it was one of those calls that begins "We've all okay but...."

Turns out Jackson, the tallest guy in our family at sixteen, was riding his bike to school this morning when a driver of a car decided to run the stop sign and ran right into Jackson on his bike!

He's fine, Day assured me, as she returned to the school where she's an instructional coach and he's a junior.  Their high school is only a mile or two from home; Jax rides his bike there, Day walks.

The driver got out of his car long enough to  yell "You okay?" but Jackson wasn't yet prepared to assess his condition, so he sort of nodded and the man drove away, with a dent in his car and a missing mirror.

Three witnesses captured the car on their cell phones.   Three witnesses called 911.   Tom was still at home and went straight to the scene to retrieve Jackson and take him home for the day.

When I called he said he was fine, just his wrist and foot were hurting and he had some scratches.  Luckily, he was wearing his helmet as he always does.

These are the calls you never want to get, but the "we're okay" preface was the best news I've had all day!