(He normally doesn't get a bink except at night when he grinds his teeth, but as my sis said earlier, he probably could've gotten a puppy today if he'd asked.)
By the time I picked him up tonight, it was even more swollen, though obviously much perkier:
We got home, and he saw a mirror. I was afraid he might be startled, but he thought it was cool, hence the quote. It's now 12 hours past the incident, and he looks much better - you can see maybe half his eye. I realize that this is a tiny injury in the light of eternity, but ugh. Won't our July 4th pictures be adorable this year?