Over the summer Charles injured his toe very badly. He dropped the x-box on it such that the toe swelled to an enormous size, the nail gradually turned black, and then at camp the nail fell off (and you thought this post was going to be about Oliver).
When the kids were all at camp, Charles big toe nail fell off and the news spread like wild fire. There were 5 other classes at camp who had a kid related to the kid who lost his nail. So 6 people got to feel relatively important with the loss of Charles toe nail. A trophy he carried around in his pocket for weeks.
The notoriety didn't go far enough for the psycho member of the family, namely Oliver, who peppered me with questions along the lines of: "How common is it to lose a toe nail? Do very many people lose a toe nail? How badly do you have to hurt the nail in order for it to fall off?" What he was really asking was: "What are my chances, mom, what are my chances?"
Yesterday, Oliver decided to take his scooter out around the neighborhood, shoeless as always. He ended up crashing on some lever, I really don't know the details as I never had enough curiosity to garner them, but suffice it to say he came in proudly with a bloody stump of a big toe. He calmly displayed the toe to me and said with great hope," Do you think the nail will fall off?"
After inspecting it, I informed him it was a mere flesh wound and wished him better luck next time. He was completely crestfallen but my parting "blessing" gave him hope and he bounced back pretty quick. Enough so that he was back on the scooter with the bloody toe stump (still no shoes) in a very short amount of time.
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