Turner is a tough little dude, thankfully, since he tends to take a beating. He has fallen, been bopped by his brothers, tumbled, and stumbled. This picture here is moments after he fell off the couch, where he was chasing his brothers, and banged his eye on the corner of the coffee table. Twice. He cried for about 2 minutes, then shrieked for another minute or so while I tried to ice it, then went back to laughing and giggling and chasing his brothers. It took me most of the weekend to recover. His eye never got as swollen nor as black and blue as I had expected and he really is totally fine, but it still breaks my heart to see his little shiner.
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