He keeps saying, "Head broke a winnow."

I heard a crunch today and turned around to see Carter wedged between the couch and window saying "stuck!"... with his head dented back into the curtain and blinds a little too far for it to be normal. I was afraid to move him, afraid he had glass in his head. I asked if he was okay. He said he was okay. Joe and Claudia taught us never to pick him up if we are afraid he's hurt badly, but instead to have him come to us so we know he's okay and we aren't causing further injury. It's hard to overcome that initial instinct, but we are getting better at it. He was stuck, and I knew that, but I told him to come to Momma and when I saw him try enough that I knew he could move on his own, I pulled him out. Tender mercy, he was completely untouched by the glass. Saying prayers of thanks. Here's the window from the inside and the outside: