As I was curled up on the floor (I fell out of bed after the kick), I wondered if the split second I awoke from the scream actually made the kick better or worse. Just one of those thoughts you have while spitting up blood on your beige carpet. Did I mention that my face landed on metal toy truck lying on the floor?
Throughout my life, I have taken a few shots to the groin during various sporting related activities. I've even walked into a table here and there. However, in all of those cases, I always saw it coming, and at least made a feeble attempt to slightly block a direct blow. Nothing, not even a hard ground ball, even begins to compare to a direct, on-target blow from a toddlers heel.
So to recap: sleep, scream, kick, fall, smash, bleed, "Good Morning Daddy". Another