Yesterday evening, Better Half and I were brushing our teeth together (we like to do these romantic things, foaming mouths and all) when Better Half turned around and accidentally bumped his big toe against the bathtub. I think he almost swallowed his toothbrush.
Being the ever-considerate partner, I blurted out the perfect words for the occasion: “Oh, no! Did it hurt?”
Better Half rinses his mouth, looks at me and says in a slightly high-pitched voice: “Of course not. You know why?” Points to feet. “I am wearing very thin socks; and that, as we know, makes all the difference.”
And off he goes, limping proudly.
(PS – I had the lovely idea of googling ‘big toe’ to illustrate this post. Gag.)