This morning, while I was dressing, Max was on the bed playing with my shoe. He was lying on his side, his back to the edge of the bed. He started to roll, realized he would fall and tried to catch himself. He failed. He landed on his back, the shoe landed on top of him, so he kicked it as he righted himself. The shoe landed on his back, so he slapped it, making it smack him in the nose. I wish I’d had the camera.
He did walk away with all the dignity he could muster, after being beaten up by a shoe.