I don’t know about you, but this made my day.
First thing in the morning of Thanksgiving, Maggie and I were playing tag, and running all over the house. She’d chase and tag me, then I’d chase and tag her. You know, typical tag rules, but tag-backs allowed since only two of us were playing.
When she was it, she chased me into the bedroom, and I lept up onto the bed, and when she came up after me, I lept off, and bonked my head on the ceiling and hilarity ensued.
That, and a lot of bleeding.
This is what it looked like the next day, with Neosporin.