Yesterday Catfish complained of a rather large blister/scrape on the top of his toes. He didn't know how he got it, but it was red and irritated. Nothing that a little neosporin wouldn't solve.
This morning as he was putting on his snow boots, he complained that they weren't fitting right. I asked if he stomped in them (sometimes you have to do that so that the liner and boot fit correctly) and he said he did.
His next move was to take the boot off and shake it. Wouldn't you know that out tumbles a gi-normous rock. Seriously, it was at least an inch in diameter (pretty big for his tiny foot).
"Hey mom, I think maybe this is why I got a blister yesterday!" he excitedly proclaimed.
You think??!
Because I'm guessing that if I had a large boulder in my shoe, and I walked around with it for an ENTIRE DAY, it might leave a small wound. Maybe its just me...
1 comment:
ROTFL! Poor kid. Gotta love their turn of phrase.
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