- 8/31/2008 10:00:00 AMMore LurkingOn Sunday evening, I received a phone call from a friend. I had been in the living room watching television with all of the kids. It was too noisy in there so I went into the kitchen so that I could hear better. Around this time, Michael announced that he needed to cut his finger and toe nails. He grabbed the clippers and disappeared somewhere supposedly to perform his personal hygiene.
I continued to sit and talk to my friend in the kitchen. Sunday was a very warm day so I sat near the window so I could feel the cool evening breeze. Peggy came in to the kitchen asking about Michael's whereabouts. I said I didn't know. She went outside and found him sitting on a chair five feet from the open window where I was talking. He quickly jumped up and began to walk back over towards Peggy who was standing at the kitchen door. "What are you doing?", she asked. "I am cutting my toe nails", he replied.
Keep in mind that it is somewhere between 8:00PM and 9:00PM. The location where Michael was sitting was completely dark and in no way was there enough light for anyone to see their toe nails much less clip them. She called him in and examined his toe nails. Some of his toes had clip marks on them, the rest of them were so long they were beginning to bend around the front of his toes and press into this toe skin.
Perhaps the most draining parental activity of having Michael is keeping constantly aware of where he is and what he is doing at all times.
