"I'm bleeding mommy. I hammered my hand."
I realized this weekend that my boys are getting man-hands.
He had me examine the tiny wound, rather unimpressed with it himself but, hey, there was blood, so we checked him over for anything to fret over. But that's when I noticed it.
His hands are rough and calloused and nails bitten down as far as possible and seems as though they're way older than 8 year old hands. And next I ask my 10 year old to come, show mama your hands, and he did. Amidst the eye-roll and the huff he brandished yet another pair of man-hands.
And I can't even blame it on video gaming because they hardly do that, these callouses come from something else. I don't think they're out working the coal mine or laying railroad tracks, but the level of rough skin and dirt under their nails would imply otherwise.
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