Tony has a shiner.

Tony has got a black eye. Just my luck, Tony and I were in an exuberant mood. I had him in my arms and when putting him down, I either fumbled or he stumbled so that he landed face-first on a toy that just happened to be on the floor in front of us. It was one of those two second long occurrences that happen so quickly they have a sense of unreality about them. It takes a while for it is set in your mind that the consequences can't be taken back. Tony of course screamed when it happened. This morning, Tony's shiner was clearly visible although Tony wasn't at all upset about it.

Kids can be more resilient than their parents about these things.