He was being so sweet and obedient. I offered him some grapes as a before-bedtime snack. He was running enthusiastically into the kitchen to help me wash them when his feet just got out from under him, he fell against the corner of the wooden chair, and busted his poor baby eye.
I wanted to cry for him. It hurt so bad, but the bruising could have been worse. Thankfully he let me hold an ice pack to his face for a while.