"Excuse me is that your baby stuck under my bike?"

I quite often have stories that just might qualify me for Mom of the Year. Here is one from the other day.
We were taking a family jog (well, Jeff and I were jogging, Anabelle was in the jogger stroller, and Aili was on her bike) when we came upon a hill. Charging up that hill were a group of ambitious bikers. Down the hill: Aili, flying at mock speed and wobbling like crazy. I ran back to try and steer her out of the way but wound up making her crash with her bike on top of her. As she is crying, Jeff runs up with the jogger and says "honey you have to be careful!" ummmm duh. Anyway, as he is masking his embarrassment by mildly scolding me, neither of us notice the baby jogger, with baby, is continuing on it's solo journey down the hill, and quite fast I might add. So we have 2 embarrassed parents kneeling over a crashed bike, a Preschooler crying, and a baby flying down the hill, unnoticed. Nice.
(oh and in case you were wondering, NO, no bicyclists could be bothered to stop long enough to see if we were ok. Uncool! The reason she crashed was because I was trying to get her out of their way, afterall)