
If you’re a bit squeamish, you should probably look away now. Unless you already looked, in which case it’s too late and I recommend smelling salts and a lie down. Here is #2′s rather large head-egg, which he received after hurling himself 4 feet out of a tree, as you are wont to do when you are 9 years old and have absolutely no concept of your own mortality. His Grandmother nearly had heart failure. Now you know why he’s called ‘Death Wish Child’ in our family.
By the way, the egg has gone down, but now his whole eye is a fetching shade of green, which fades out across his forehead into a kind of purply blue. Oh, and he’s getting mighty fed up with being asked if he has a headache/double vision/sickness/nausea (delete as applicable).