The Daughter Saga: “Mom, my left foot feels colder than my right foot. I think it looks blue.”
I examine the injured foot & assure her that no, it is not blue & it’s not likely to fall off during the night while she sleeps. She apparently thinks I’m colorblind and consults with her brother. This all, by the way, takes place at the top of the stairs. He looks at her foot and agrees with me. She is still concerned. I ask her does she really think I’d brush it off & make jokes if I thought there was something wrong. I was told I always make jokes so I said, “Yeah, they will probably need to chop it off.” She hits me on the arm. I then say, “What are you trying to do? Push me down the stairs.”
“Yeah, revenge!” my son chimes in. (A reference to yesterday’s blog post in case you missed it)
The Son Saga: I told him we need to get his car checked out because he had told us there was a problem with the signal. “Yeah, and the steering wheel had smoke coming out of it.”
“What?!?!”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you?”
Guess whose car he is out with right now. That would be mine. Luckily, I don’t normally go traveling anywhere at 10:30 pm. Unless it’s an emergency room because someone suddenly develops gangrene in that foot…
Gangrene is treated fairly easily now, with only small amounts of scarring and tissue death. If you catch it early she could probably escape with at least half of her foot left. Tell her to quit whimpering and scrub the kitchen floor a few times and then you will take her to the doctor if she can’t feel her foot.
Only kidding….