Broken Toe?

Last night my son once again clawed his sister in the face leaving a scratch. I have tried cutting his nails for days but he is becoming too strong for me to do it by myself. So last night Ray held T while I cut his nails. What does this have to do with a broken toe, you ask? Well, you will see in a minute. T screamed and cried and fought as I trimmed the little suckers up. Afterwards I gave him a hug and reassured him that it was done. He of course didn't want me because I had been the one to torture him and turned to his dad. Ray was sitting on the floor with his legs spread out. I got up and turned to walk over to return the baby nail clippers to their case and as I went to step over my husband's foot my toes caught his hard as nails bone and I smashed my toes against his ankle. I swear he's made out of rock or metal or something not as breakable as a bone because it hurt like the dickens. It was my middle toe that hurt the worst. I hobbled around all night. And this morning when I woke up it was throbbing. Upon further examination this morning I noticed that the middle toe is bruised around the first joint and it's tender to the touch but I can bend it so maybe it is not really broken but it sure felt like it last night.