Matty vs. The Trashcan

This is a picture of Mom's nice trashcan in the kitchen. It's a very nice trashcan - shiny and new, or at least only a couple years old. And in case you're wondering, yes, almost everything in the kitchen is "Mom's" since she does most of the cooking in there. Though Dad did make me some pancakes using his mom's recipe this morning, and they were really good! (He says that those of you who have had those pancakes before might understand why he keeps eying my diaper fearfully today. Something about a "cleansing" from all the whole wheat and rolled oats in the recipe?)

Anyway, Mom's got a nice trashcan, pictured above.

Sadly, it's not quite as nice as it used to be.

I was cruising around the kitchen at top speed - one of my favorite things to do these days, when I tripped on something. Mom claims it was a toy that someone left laying around, but I'm not too sure about it - I think she's kind of upset about the trashcan. In any case, I tripped. And the trashcan kind of broke my fall. Or at least my head's fall.

So now there's a nice dent in the side of the trashcan.

Dad thinks that this is the funniest thing ever - that my head is hard enough to dent a metal trashcan. Personally, I think he maybe could be a little more worried about my personal well-being, but he just laughed his head off when he saw it.

He did eventually calm down enough to take a picture of my head, which didn't really look too bad, though it kind of hurt for a couple days.

Me, I just wonder where I got a head this hard, you know? I mean, it had to come from somewhere! I'll keep you posted on whether I can figure out where it came from.