Toe The Line

While Adam was slaving away on the US border, Caleb and I were lucky enough to get to live in Arizona with him.

One afternoon, he came home limping.

"I was cutting a pipe and it fell on my toe," he said.

Being the sweetheart that I am, I think I said something like, "Suck it up trainee. It is just a toe!"

He was completely unimpressed with my outpouring of sympathy.

Later, I got a second to take a look at it.

I felt so bad. It looked terrible.

Further inspection of his boot, reavealed a circle where to hot pipe had melded to his shoe.

I couldn't back out on my "tough love" so I just left things the way they were.

And believe me, Adam never forgot it.

Yesterday, as I stumbled out of bed, I tripped over our computer chair.

My toes were throbbing as Adam helped me off of the floor.

I could see him fighting back a smirk.

He wanted to say it.

I was thinking it.

Instead, we both just laughed.