This is what happens when I leave Dale in charge. He goes upstairs, hears Mason crying, and thinks, oh he'll be ok.
He then goes downstairs where Mason is no longer crying and a few minutes later finally notices this GIANT LUMP on my little boy's forehead. I guess we're lucky it wasn't worse, huh?
At least he doesn't seem bothered by it. Everyone at the grocery store, craft store, park, etc. is concerned though. One tough little stud.