I was in the kitchen and John was in the office and somewhere between was poor little Keir. All the sudden we hear a crash, bang, and cry. When I got to him John was holding him. He said wanted his blue blankie so I got it and when he looked up I almost started crying with him, startled by the massive monkey bump protruding from his forehead. He said he ran into the door knob of the spare bedroom.
After icing it. All is SWELL. (Ha ha get it.)