The day after Aidan turned 3 started out well enough,
that is until he tripped over his mother's shoe.
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Aidan was playing well after I successfully put his brother Declan down with a bottle. He wanted to follow me while I finished getting ready for work. In the bedroom he discovered that Mama had left her mirror tilted down from where it sat upon her dresser. He then began to play by stepping forward and back to play with how he saw himself in the mirror. While he concentrated on the mirror he did not see Mama's gigantic Frankenstein shoes that she left on the floor.

Trip, fall, bang.

He squarely planted his forehead on the bottom drawer of her dresser. 

I picked him up and he began to cry almost immediately. More from the shock and fright than from the pain. He had one of those long, I'm not going to take another breath, first gasp cries. Amazingly he was able to calm down quickly. He then asked for a bandage, which I obliged. He proceeded to unwrap the bandage and stick in on his forehead. This somehow made him feel better.

I wait to see if he has a bump.