A door fell on Gabriel’s head last night*.
Michael and I felt terrible but did a good job working together (and holding it together) afterward while we put ice on G’s head, comforted him, checked for bleeding or other damage, etc.
*Note: My pitiful answer to the question I know you’re asking: ‘How could a door fall on Gabriel?
Answer: We still haven’t painted any of the doors in the house since we moved in. They are all still that old yellowy-white color instead of the bright white we repainted everything else. We’ve put most of the doors back on for now, but only the closet doors in our master bathroom are up. We’ve had the skinny French doors for our master bathroom hanging out against the wall in our bedroom for months. Gabriel pulled on the side of one of these and it twisted down and fell on him.