Stapled in the head?

If you were passing me by in the street, and were a bit more of an attentive person, I think you'd believe that I'd tried to staple myself in the head.

I have a war-wound of motherhood today on my forehead which would make passers by think that I either have no life, or that I'm one for a dare.

These identical staple-like marks are actually not an injury inflicted onto myself... Yesterday, Avalon, in a giggling/running fit slipped over on a cushion as I was happily reclining on a beanbag and planted her two front teeth firmly into my forehead. What resulted was two bloodied lines that I'm parading around with today.

I'm just thankful that after the mean streak Avalon went through last week, at least I can say this injury was unintentional on her part.