Turns out he'd fallen over at his grandad's house, and managed to land with his head hitting a bolt at the bottom of the front door. Cue lots of blood and hysterical toddler. Rusty managed to stop most of the bleeding with a kitchen towel compress, and brought him home to me, as he was crying for mummy to kiss it better. I had a quick look, and it was only small - maybe a centimetre, two at the most - but quite open and getting his hair stuck in it, so we took him to hospital.
The doctors and nurses were lovely, blowing bubbles and bringing him toys as he was getting worked up - he's spent enough time in hospital to know that doctors often hurt you, and not old enough to understand why it's sometimes necessary - and soon had it cleaned and glued shut. It's in his hairline so probably won't even be visible once healed.
Once I'd calmed down (having felt rather sick when he came home in a state) I did find it amusing that the booklet on head injuries, given to us at the hospital, said "your child may be pale and listless for a while after a head injury"..... my child came home and was back to his usual boisterous self! No doubt he'll get lots of sympathy from his childminder tomorrow and, being male, will milk it for all it's worth ;-)
