I broke my toe.  
Again.  Same toe too.
All I can say is:  re-tar-ded!  Here's how it happened...
Luke and I were in my bedroom on Monday evening.  He was jumping on the bed.  I was telling him to stop.  I thought I'd gotten him to stop - at least for a little while - so I left the room to get his bottle from the living room.
I got as far as the dining room when I heard a loud THUNK.  Then a brief moment of silence.  Then screaming and crying.
HE BOUNCED HIMSELF OFF THE BED.
So I turned around and went running back into the kitchen (to get to the bedroom) ... and that's when it happened.  As I ran by... I kicked the leg of the kitchen island/butcher block.  Jesus christ it hurt. 
I couldn't stop though because Luke was still hollering.  I hobbled the rest of the way.  He was fine... just bumped his head a bit.  I however ... am not fine.  My toe is broken.  I saw it on the x-ray. 
Whatever.
The good news?  My doc gave me vicodin!  Weeeeeeeee.