This morning, my beautiful boy pitched head first into our bedside table. He caught the corner, right on his cheekbone. In my panic, at first, I thought he’d hit his forehead. Brian thought he’d hit his eyeball. We ascertained it was just below his cheekbone. It didn’t break the skin nor did it knock any teeth loose nor did he break any bones. Basically, he fell in the best possible way. If you can say that when your wee laddie looks like he just got finished with a very brutal, helmets-off hockey game. It could have been much worse. He has a wicked angry-looking large purple bruise on his cheek, a bit of bruising under his eye and a few scrapes.