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So my dad broke two of his toes today.
By kicking a plastic dustpan which got in his way, after throwing a hissy fit out on the porch because bicycle + hose in his way while refilling a dog food can (we keep the unopened bags of food out on the porch) --> throwing things around --> can falling over and spilling food all over the porch --> my mom getting the dustpan to help clean it up --> dustpan by door once he finished filling the can again --> got tangled up with it on the way into the house and kicked it in frustration = two broken toes. Somehow.
And this was barely half an hour after he got home from therapy, wherein his therapist announced that my dad was through and no longer needed therapy.
I laughed so hard when my mom delivered that part of the story as the punchline. I hope she's going to call his therapist and be like "yeah he BROKE TWO TOES ON A PLASTIC DUSTPAN while being a child because things were in his way, do you still think he doesn't need anymore therapy".
By kicking a plastic dustpan which got in his way, after throwing a hissy fit out on the porch because bicycle + hose in his way while refilling a dog food can (we keep the unopened bags of food out on the porch) --> throwing things around --> can falling over and spilling food all over the porch --> my mom getting the dustpan to help clean it up --> dustpan by door once he finished filling the can again --> got tangled up with it on the way into the house and kicked it in frustration = two broken toes. Somehow.
And this was barely half an hour after he got home from therapy, wherein his therapist announced that my dad was through and no longer needed therapy.
I laughed so hard when my mom delivered that part of the story as the punchline. I hope she's going to call his therapist and be like "yeah he BROKE TWO TOES ON A PLASTIC DUSTPAN while being a child because things were in his way, do you still think he doesn't need anymore therapy".