Just before Easter Henry took a nasty fall and hit the corner of his eye on the edge of our fireplace. It scraped the skin & immediately pooled up with blood, resulting in a nasty black eye and a little scar next to his eye. Although he was pretty upset when it happened, he got over it pretty fast thanks to some help by big brother Eli. Eli sang "Henry was his name-o" to him and helped rub his back.
Moments later Henry was up and runnign again!
The next morning his eye looked like this...
Poor fella. Although it looked terrible, it didn't seem to bother Henry.