Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures (apparently)


For real, I'm totally not making this story up...and honestly, I don't think I could come up with something so random, yet soooooo perfect!

I always give Steve a hard time, calling him raptor toes and stuff because he has these two toenails (on his pointer toes...next to his big toes) that curl around the top of his toe when they grow (I think he gets it from his dad....HA! I don't know...don't worry Jim, I don't look at your toes that closely...lol). So I like to tease him and tell him I can hear his toenails click clacking across the tile when he walks...like a raptor!

Steve: So you wanna know how manly I am?

Me: (confused) Sure...

Steve: I was walking down the stairs at work and you know how one of my feet is slightly bigger than the other?

Me: mmmK

Steve: Well, sometimes if my toenail gets too long on the foot that's slightly bigger, it bugs me and makes my foot hurt. But, there weren't any clippers at work, so guess what I did?

Me: Oh gosh, baby...I'm scared to know!

Steve: I took some wire cutters and went into the bathroom and cut them down, but they were kinda jagged, so you know what I did to file them down??

Me: I'm guessing you used one of those big ole metal file thingy's?

Steve: NO! I went into the bathroom and used the cinder block wall to file them down! (Then he proceeds to mimick the action of filing his toe nails against the wall)

I know we are in desperate times and all....but, I didn't know we were THAT desperate! :)


1 comment:

Julia said...

This is sooo great!! Steve was so proud of himself! hahaha