...for mother of the year.
This beauty happened this afternoon while I was apartment hunting (online). He ran for the dog bed (one of his favorite places to hang out), slipped, and ran into the heat register.
This happened about three weeks ago while I was working in the garage. He was playing on the cement step outside of the garage. I heard him whimper, but he never cried. Then 20 minutes later, my mom exclaimed "What happened to his head?!?" This is what it looked like three days later.
My mom keeps chalking it up to "boys will be boys"...but perhaps it's just "kids will be kids"?