Unfortunately, he has decided that the best way to get rid of scrumpy hands is to rub them on the carpet, which makes his mother’s skin crawl and her knees buckle. It’s like nails on a chalkboard (which, come to think of it, doesn’t bother me at all. Huh.). I don’t know where I picked up this particular phobia, but I am imploring you to please not rub the carpet with your hands or feet around me! I just might throw up.
I guess because I like to read in the tub, my hands never get water logged. I actually don’t remember the last time I had scrumpy hands. Maybe at the pool? I don’t think so. In fact, I don’t think anyone gets scrumpy hands in the pool, just the tub. Why is that, I wonder? Maybe I need to add chlorine to his bath water.
We’re hoping he outgrows his loathing of scrumpy hands soon and just embraces them. We can only play into this pretend affliction for so long.
Or maybe we’ll just switch to showers.