Monster

We call him monster.  Don't know why, but he's always seemed like a monster. Cavell needs a costume for Halloween.
We are thinking Ferengi. . .

Or maybe Frankenstein?


What would be your choice? Here is what we've come up with so far.

Cute little monster, eh?

Here's the actual story.  On our way home from a delightful parent teacher conference, Paul was walking and holding Cavell's hand.  Cavell was in a playful mood and Paul would lift him up in the air and swing him a few steps before setting him down.  Cavell got his hand so that he was holding Paul's hand instead of Paul holding Cavell's hand.  As Paul lifted Cavell up in the air, Cavell's grip slipped and he fell, landing flat on his face and knees.  Unfortunately, his face took the majority of the impact.

We got him up and carried him to the car.  He was no longer crying, just a whimper.  That was when we saw the golf ball standing up on his forehead.  We immediately panic, finish buckling kids into "safety" seats and drive home to get ice.  When we got him out of the van, the golf ball had turned into a softball.

We got him into the house and applied a bag of frozen grapes.  Cavell and Paul camped out in front of the TV discussing the merits of applying the grapes to the forehead to reduce the swelling.  Cavell was convinced that the grapes would do him more good on his knees.

About 20 minutes after coming home, Cavell stood up and walked over to the table to eat some Jello for his afternoon snack.  He was talking and playful and even giggling. He returned to his chair to watch the rest of "Cars" and generally annoy his older sister.

At dinner, during the prayer, he dropped his head down on the table pretty hard.  It didn't faze him a bit.  While putting him to bed, he jumped into his bed and threw his head into the mattress pretty hard.  Nothing. 

Pupils are even.  Speech is only as slurred as is normal for a three year old.  We are ready to pronounce him as OK.  Now if the parents can be as carefree about his head as Cavell is, we will be in good shape.

The pictures just don't do justice to the reality.  His face is pretty gruesome.  He started bruising up in the evening and has already started getting dark around his eyes and down his nose.  His forehead is swollen all the way across the front now instead of a round ball.  It's actually somewhat comical in a dark sort of way.

What will they think at the YMCA childwatch?