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The Boy Never Listens To His Mama

He's had an ingrown toenail since the dawn of time----or about three to four years. It just seems like the dawn of time.

This is what happens when your child is no longer small enough for you to bathe. You don't get to see their bodies and examine them for...oh, you know, life threatening items like infections that swell up the affected body part to twice it's size and cause it to ooze puss for months. Moms know that this is a bad things---teenage boys don't care. The more puss the better! Swelling? COOL! Can I shoot that puss out and hit my friend with it? EVER COOLER!

Then of course it's not so much fun when the pain becomes too much for their teenage-bravado to handle. This is when they mention it to their parents.

He's had three procedures on it already. None took. Now he's had another one and is scheduled for actual surgery on the toe to do some major slicing and dicing.

See what happens when you don't listen to your mama???

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  1. Sorry, missed that. What did you say? Something of consequence?

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  2. If only I had a rolled up newspaper right about now... :)

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  3. Um, kind of gross and I'm so not looking forward to teenage boys!

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  4. Can't say as I blame you! I mean, there are good things and bad things, as with every aspect of child rearing.

    But sometimes the gross factor is pretty high.

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  5. Can't say as I blame you! I mean, there are good things and bad things, as with every aspect of child rearing.

    But sometimes the gross factor is pretty high.

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  6. Well of course boys don't listen to their moms. That would irrevocably shift the balance of life and usher in the End Times.

    Well, until they actually NEED to talk, as you described. Then it's acceptable in maledom.

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  7. WW, I do believe the End of Times has already arrived. I knew this was coming when my son actually spoke to me about his toe. Well, that was my first clue. The second? He was looking me in the eye.

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  8. OMG... That presentation was hilarious! Even if it did make the California Rolls I just ate want to come back up...

    my word verification: bzrro

    LOL

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  9. Kindness honey, you should count your blessings that you weren't in the room to see it shooting out of the mess of a toe he's got. Ugh.

    I swear, boys are aliens.

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  10. ICK!!!!
    cami has had a couple, one which required antibiotics.
    do we have to help them with clipping til they're out of the house?
    yuck!

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  11. Kelly, yes. I think that's covered on page 3785, section D of the parenting manual we were all given at their births. We, as their mothers, are responsible for all clipping until they leave home.

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