The lip that seems to break his falls onto pavement, brick, hardwood floors, etc... You'd think that he'd develop some reflexes. Perhaps he has. This time, it wasn't that he didn't catch himself. It's that he couldn't. You see, he had the brilliant idea to tuck his arms into his shirt and then jump off the dining room chair. Duh.
This time, he managed to do some significant (although seemingly non-permanent) damage. It bled for 3 hours. Yup, three hours. He cried nearly the whole time. I did not photograph the monster pile of bloody washcloths.
Instead, here he is with cold washcloth #172. Note the wet shirt. It's the third or fourth change of clothing as well.
Here's the damage a few days later. He tore whatever that thing is that holds your lip to your top gums. His primary complaint wasn't the swollen lip. It was that it hurt to walk because it made his teeth "bounce." Poor baby. Most of his pain has resolved, but a close look still says, "OUCH!"