Rise and Shiner

This morning I woke to an awkward knocking at the door, followed by a jumbled turning of the knob and then a Beau spilling into my room, one shoe on and three shoes in hand. He came to my side of the bed.
"Hepme, Momma."
I leaned way over the side of my bed to reach his bare feet and covered them in the socks he had provided, then put his shoes on.
"Socks my hands," he said now, putting another pair of socks on his hands and then inserting them into the other pair of shoes.
I suddenly remembered the ward Christmas party from the night before and how Beau had been spinning merrily before he crashed fantastically into the ground, his nose absorbing the blow. I saw it happen and grabbed him as quickly as I could, trying to hug him, leave the room, and not let his nose touch my shirt because I knew it was going to bleed.
Which it did.
A lot.
I made it to the bathroom sink at least, but that didn't spare the floor right by the sink or my shoe or my shirt from getting dripped on. Or the trash can when I went to throw away dirty towels. Eventually it slowed down enough for me to get some toilet paper from the stall and hold it on his nose.
"Rus! Russy!" he cried now. I agreed and we left (after cleaning his mess), and tried to find Rus. Beau was still crying and bleeding a little when Rus took him and just happened to sit at the table with the two out of three nurses in our ward. They both took a good look at Beau's nose.
"Swollen."
"Badly bruised."
"Probably not broken."
"Straight," they said with a cheerful tone (like, "look at the bright side!")
"Nothin' you can do if it is broken anyway."
"Needs ice."
So we left, causing Bekah tears because she was "just starting to have fun." Beau calmed down and even slept good last night (with the help of some ibuprofen).
So after Beau came into my room this morning and had me help shoe his hands and feet, I suddenly remembered the night before and took a good look at his nose. It was still swollen and his right eye looked puffy underneath - I can't wait to see the shiner that's forming!
Here it is today:
Whatever sympathy I was feeling was forgotten when Beau (now with four shoes on), trotted out of my room on his hands and feet, bum sticking straight up in the air. He came back a few minutes later to grab a stuffed animal. With his mouth. And then trotted out again.
What a wonderful way to wake up!