While playing with the boy the other night I stepped on a 4″ by 4″ wood block. I was backing up and it caught me by surprise; of course I was shoeless at the time too.

The block’s sharp edges hurt like an SOB, and made me stumble. The CEO damn near put his head through the HQ’s front window while trying to perform a controlled fall, neccesary since Stinkboy was underneath me and laughing, oblivious to the mortal danger above. I managed not to squish him.

In the course of heading to the ground I authoritatively put my knee into some other very solid ground based toy. Not sure what is was, but it made me forget all about my foot. I presently have a deep bruise and a shallow gash on my left knee. Baby toys are dangerous as hell, don’t be fooled by their cuteness.

I had my investigators look at the scene after it was all said and done: it’s inconclusive whether or not Jr. planned the whole thing. I wouldn’t put it past him — he’s quite wiley, and he loves to see daddy do stupid things. Going forward, I vow to be more vigilant in thwarting his diabolical schemes, unless he lets me in on them of course.