Clotheslined

I was chasing Troy around the kitchen tonight after dinner. He was enjoying running away from me, and I was enjoying running after him. Unfortunately, he took one of the corners around the island a little too close, and he clocked his forehead on the corner of the support under the edge of the counter. He hit it so hard that it clotheslined him off his feet and onto his back. He has a small puncture wound on his head where the corner got him, and the whole area swelled to the size of a golf ball. It’s one of those crazy, freak accidents that seem to plague him. Maybe he’s more like me than I originally thought! Not a good thing...