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A Thursday Night

Matt had a hurt pinky toe, and wanted me to look at it.

"I need to get up on the bed, Danny," he said, before hopping up.

"Oh, you have maggots!" says Danny, helpfully.

Matt hops up, and we take a good look - there was a little blood on his pinky toe, next to his disturbingly long toenails.

"I think it's just a little blister, Matt," I said.  "But you really need to trim your toenails."

Danny moves his head into position.

"I can trim them for you, with my teeth!" Danny announces.

"Oh God, you're really going to put his maggoty toes in your mouth?" I ask.

On his way to get a band-aid, Matt turns at the door and fixes me with a stare.

"Think about if there really were maggots coming out of my toes, mom.  And then think about my SELF-ESTEEN (sic)."