Busted!

Busted! My lip, that is. Please don't be concerned; I'm quite alright. I took a bit of a spill exploring the bathroom. I mean, there's only a limited time during which I'll be able to fit around the back of the toilet, so I just had to check it out. It turns out that my balance isn't great yet, and with all these new teeth coming in, well, it's just like 1+1=2, right? 

Mom got pretty freaked out for a while. But even in the panic of my bloody face she was still worried about getting blood on my shirt. Priorities, mom!