I saw another baby with her forehead open, she was still moving.

Once, he went to the window, and stood there with his forehead against the glass.

The face and cap are brown with a white forehead.

She certainly didn't want to end up with a lined forehead like her mother.

I could understand that kind of fascination with my forehead.

His face was open, with a wide forehead and a friendly mouth.

The man's back became more curved than ever; he nearly touched the ground with his forehead.

He was tall, with a high forehead, pale skin, and dark eyes.

He reared back and struck my face with his forehead.

I turn and see a man with a large forehead dressed in a gray suit walking toward me.