So between the vanilla bean creme angli-whatever sauce and the chocolate chips cookies, I managed to do this to my foot:
As soon as I finished the creme sauce, Adam wanted pb&j for lunch. As I rounded the corner into the living room where they were playing, with plate in hand, I smashed my poor pinkie toe into the corner of one of their three (!) (totally ridiculous) toy chests. First, there was screaming. Then yelling. Then crying. It hurt REALLY bad.