War wounds

This kid may be the death of me. Lately, every time I turn around he's smacking me hard with something. It's unintentional stuff, but dang, it hurts! Yesterday, he knocked over a stool right onto my big toe. I limped all afternoon. Then tonight, he smacked my elbow with some tongs in his "kitchen." It's been four or five hours and it still hurts and is a tad swollen. I prefer bumps to spit up because it doesn't smell, but holy Foley, my body aches tonight.