Will was dancing with his Tigger doll (“Let’s bounce even fasterer!”) and fell in the classic toddler way. His head, with the help of a nearby rocking chair, cushioned the fall.
He cried for a few minutes, fought off the ice we tried to put on it (“ow, ow”, he said) and then went about his happy day. This picture is about 10 minutes after the fall, to document the humongous gray and red egg growing on his forehead. (After some panicked moments, I quickly became an expert in child head injury symptoms and decided to call off the National Guard.)
In honor of his new body art, my father dubbed him: “Chief Egg-on-Noggin”. 
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