Cellulitis! A short play.
I. Walking to school.
Henry: I have to be careful of my purple thumb.
Me: You have to be what of your what now?
Henry: My purple thumb. See?
Me: What, did you get magic marker on your thWHAAAAT IS THAT. Scott. Scott!
Scott: Oh, wow. Did you cut your thumb at some point, buddy?
Henry: Hmm. Yesterday at school there were these white cracks on my thumb so I put my finger in my mouth, and then the cracks went away.
Me: Oh, god, you put it in your mouth?
Henry (sighing): Yes, and then the white cracks went away.
Scott: Does it hurt?
Henry: Only when I touch it.
We head back home. Phone calls to the doctor ensue. An appointment is made.
II. At the doctor's office.
Nurse: So what happened?
Henry: Well, my thumb is all purple and swollen, see?
Nurse: Wow. Did you get a cut?
Henry: Yesterday there were these white cracks all over, but then I licked it and the white cracks went away.
Nurse: White cracks? And you … licked it?
Me: I know. I… I know.
Henry: It's okay! When I licked it, it got better! Well, it still hurt.
Doctor: What did you do to your thumb, Henry?
Henry (sighing deeply): White cracks, licked it, school, purple.
Doctor: White…what?
Finally, after much explanation, there is a diagnosis, and a prescription. We leave. I try to convince Henry not to ever lick his wounds or really any part of himself, especially at school, blah blah. He ignores me, preferring to list his favorite aliens from Ben-10. The End.
That play's going straight to Broadway, my friends. Mark my words.
New post on Wonderland today, about lying to your children. Like how when I told Henry that if he licked his thumb ever again, somewhere a puppy would die.










April 18, 2008
Reader Comments (36)
But I love how nonchalant Henry is. Even at this early age, guys are so different than girls. Enh, it's fine. I mean it hurts but whatever.
Oh that? Severed my arm...just a flesh wound...I licked it. It's fine now.
Must get more coffee now. Too slow today.
Get better soon Henry!
Rebecca F.
Walk in on 6 year old as he stands up from the toilet. Toilet is FULL of blood. "Don't worry, Mommy, this happens every time I poop." By the 3rd Dr.'s visit he sighs and says, "You're going to do a rectal exam, aren't you?" Eventually everything is all right.
I did not lick my feet, however.
Fun times.
RosieSmrtiePants
Worst.Parents.Ever.
Judgmentally,Joe
Just Kidding!! Please don't go all test patterny on us again.
And if licking a wound is good enough for Izzy, why not Henry? Do I smell a double standard here??!!