I hear my oldest coming around the corner.
I look up & see him hobbling. He stops and rubs his foot.
“What happened? Are you Ok?”
I assume his answer will be something all the lines of: “I was just running after my brother to take something from him & right before I tackled him I got hurt. It is all G’s fault for not letting me tackle him!” because really many injuries seem to be self-inflicted but it is easier to blame our brothers, sisters, or the way the planets are aligned. And follow-up answer on whether he is OK would be along the lines of: “No, I’m not Ok. I AM DYING!!!”
Instead he looks at me, dead in the eyes, with a level of seriousness far to advanced for a boy his age and says
“I have a stubborn toe. You know how these stubborn toes feel, hurts like the dickens!”
First, I don’t even know how to respond to him using the phrase “hurts like the dickens” where did he get that from?
Second, “stubborn toe” Huston I think we have a communication problem.
“Um, stubborn toe? I’m not sure what that means.”
“You know, I was walking and bumped it. Now I got a stubborn toe!”
Ahh…he stubbed his toe.
“You mean you stubbed your toe.”
“Yah, that’s what I said. I got a stubborn toe.”
Then he stops. Eyes getting bigger, hand raises to tap his forehead and says:
“Oh man! I mean stubbed. I stubbed my toe. Except my toe is refusing to not hurt. So that is pretty stubborn. It really is a stubborn toe!”
Followed by his howls of laughter and yes a knee slap. He was so amused he slapped his own.
And the puns begin.