They say the brain remembers smells best…
And, I would have to agree.
There are few things more raunchy than a six-year-old boy’s hands.
One of them is a six-year-old boy’s hand that’s been in a cast for six weeks.
That cast didn’t come off a day too soon. The stench was wafting across our Christmas table last week. And, when they cracked that sucker open yesterday it cleared the room. (Ok, it was just me and the tech in the room, but I wanted to run away. Really, I did.)
The shriveled, scaly little stick that came out of it weren’t too pretty, neither.
We are so, so, so, so, so (SO) happy to be back to unattended showers, self-administered hand-washing (both of them!), and eating with a fork instead of fingers.
All in all, I call that a good day.
Let’s not go through this again, pretty please. Once was enough.