Last night, we were on the metro going home after Kelly's delicious birthday dinner.
We got to *Wonder Boy's stop, and at the last minute were arranging a phone call to figure out when he and Troy could meet.
As the doors slid closed, Wonder Boy began leaping alongside the train in Lord of the Rings fashion.
Then, without warning, he dropped from view like a stone.
The train glided into the tunnel, and Troy and I looked at each other.
"He was acting," Troy said.
"I don't think so," I said.
Fast forward to the end of the metro ride when we are on the street and have reception on my phone. I call Wonder Boy.
"Are you on the metro platform with a broken leg?"
"No, but I have a really big lump on my head."
Hysterical laugher (and a little sympathy) from the pastor and his wife.
"Did you black out?"
"I don't think so. But I laid there for a little bit."
After we had established that there was no permanent brain damage from having bashed one's head on the digital readout display (see above) because you were leaping through the air, we hung up, came home and proceeded to draw attention to said incident in as many ways as possible.
*Name has been "changed" to protect the dignity of the down-fallen.