Head, meet table

Maya had an encounter with the corner of the coffee table today, and the coffee table won.  Apparently, she was pretending to be a ghost and fell into the table (I was out at the time ... I arrived home in time to find Maya huddled on the couch while Jeff held an ice pack to her head).  It was a small but quite deep cut to the right side of her forehead, more of  a puncture wound in fact. It had stopped bleeding by the time I saw it, although there was still quite a bit of swelling around it.  A few millimetres wider and I think we'd have been spending a few hours at the hospital waiting for stitches or glue. I'm pretty sure she's going to have a little bit of a scar there. Luckily it's fairly close to the hair line, and hopefully it won't be too visible.