Mysterious Shiner

Threepeat went to bed on Sunday night happy, healthy and with two perfectly perfect eyes.

When he woke up the next morning, this is what he looked like:



He says he hit his eye on his bedrail. No tears, no waking me up, NOTHING.

Weird, no?

He's much better this morning and it isn't as swollen as it was yesterday.

Who knew going to bed was so perilous!! Poor dude.