A Tale of A Toe

It all started one fateful evening when one Big Footed Boy

 

 and his blond older sister went running through the house. Down the hall, back up the hall and through the dinning room and kitchen. They zoomed into the living room full of giggles and laughter and even after a warning from the Mama to stay away from her pile of stuff (she was decluttering) they decided to run through any how. 

 

Screams erupted from The Big Footed Boy and scared the Blond One who ran to mama's chair. Big Footed Boy hobbled over to mama and asked to get up. The Mama picked him up and the Daddy was on hand with the box of fix it materials. The Mama and Daddy both saw a bit of blood on the Big Footed Boy's toe and though he might have scratched it, but on what they were not sure.

Apon investagation the Mama and Daddy saw a cut, not a scratch. A deep cut. Starting at the base of The Big Footed Boy's big toe where it was the deepest, and running clean up to the tip. There was no skin left on the path the unknown item left on said toe. 

 

While Mama applied pressure to stop the flow of bleeding, the Daddy looked to see what caused it hurt on The Big Footed Boy. The culprit was found ( curtain rod) and the bleeding soon slowed. While the Mama cuddled, comforted and prayed, the Daddy gave a good cleaning of the deep cut, ointment and two band aids with a sock to keep it clean and tidy. The Big Footed Boy was ready once again to play. Only not so,  he was been in pain, and since it's the underside of his toe, he rather hobbled around.

Now The Big Footed Boy is all tucked into bed, foot still hurting, but tomorrow is a new day and I am sure all you readers are thankful I did not post pictures of the little fat globs seen in the cut of The Big Footed Boy.