Number one son was meant to be at baseball practice but he's got an infected ingrown toenail, poor kiddie, it's very swollen and sore. His father suffered terribly with ingrown toe nails when he was a teenager and the doctor used to cut them out every time - so they went off to the doctor on Friday full of expectations of hacking and slicing and chopping ... but apparently they don't do that any more. Antibiotics and bathe the toe and hope it grows through.
My husband has very elegant long fingers and toes (I have fat pig feet and potato-farming hands) and I was pleased when number one inherited his father's digits. I remember so clearly when he was a baby and I'd admire his feet and make him laugh by nibbling on his gorgeous little baby toes ... no way in hell I'd be doing that now - great size twelve hoofers and now all ingrown and mutant. Bloody genetics. Anyway, the toe meant he got to go to his brother's concert, so fun times all round.
I like the little man with his camera that your husband keeps in his hat.
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sounds like you had a wonderful time! when my kids were in band we attended concerts in the city park. very nice time. sorry your boy is suffering with foot pain. not fun. with those long fingers, does either one play piano?
ReplyDeleteTheir oldest boy cousin also suffers horribly from in-grown toe-nails - but in NZ they do still cut them out. Unfortunately it hasn't worked (twice) so he's off to a specialist - fancy that for a job?
ReplyDeleteMy son, a GP, is the go-to man in his medical practice for removing toenails. (The go-toe man, I suppose.) Argh. I can't understand how he can be related to me. I think he must have got swapped at birth.
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