The worst part was the helpless feeling I had as I watched her, running full tilt, catapult herself into my mother-in-law's coffee table. I think she got tripped up on the carpet, after all, we don't have carpet. We have hard wood floors and that 70s stuff that once passed for carpet. She landed on the corner with the corner of her eye. At first I was really worried because I thought she had nailed her temple. I once heard that if you get hit really hard in the temple you die. I'm not sure that's true. At least, no more so than any other part of your head, but it sort of stuck with me. Like this silly worry I can't shake. She was standing there crying, the wounded eye away from me at first so I couldn't see how bad it was until hubby came in and scooped her up and turned her towards me. There was already this little ping-pong sized knot on the side of eye. Luckily it went down some after we put ice on it but then over the next few days this purple bruise spread across half her eyelid. Hubby had to make awkward comments about how he doesn't hit his kid. If you know him in real life you're probably nodding going, 'of course he did.' I keep wanting to kiss it and make it go away but she doesn't seem to even remember it or care one whit. It could have been worse, like right before a big family picture time, so at least there are small blessings, eh?