oh the horror

Our son can certainly grow some fingernails, toenails, and hair! His hands always look as if he's been working under a car somewhere. Tonight I told him he needed a manicure and pedicure and then had to tell him what those were. He submitted to the fingernail trimming easily but was a bit fussier about his toes. He doesn't like to have the nails on his little toes trimmed. I understand his reasoning. Those nails are about as thick and tough as the hard plastic case I keep on my iPhone. We don't particularly enjoy trying to cut those nails. We'd already dealt with rabid screaming and thrashing while attempting to put in his eye drops. More ensued for the toenail clipping, but, even worse, we found a splinter in the top of his foot. It's a good thing we don't have close neighbors. Oh, the screaming! David and I are still traumatized. And scarred. His thrashing and kicking made us hurt ourselves with the implements of extraction (tweezers and needle). I was able to pull out a long shard of something fairly easily. For over a week, he told us it was just an ant bite on his foot. I knew it should have healed by now. After all the screaming was over, he admitted that it had been hurting him to wear shoes. He hadn't wanted us to know because "I HATE having to get splinters taken out." Yes, we know. The dogs even commenced to whining at all his protesting. We explained that we weren't trying to hurt him, and he told us he thought we were hurting him on purpose. So the three of us sat on the couch, nursing our hurt feelings and battle scars, until I had the idea to look at tree house plans. He perked up, of course, and has decided he wants a tree house painted all his favorite colors, "this tall so all 3 of us can be in it" and "with a zip line to my playhouse." All this happened shortly before his bedtime. I hope he's dreaming happy treehouse dreams.

He tests for his next Taekwondo belt on Monday night. I can't wait to see how he does!