I had to take Tomas to the podiatrist about 4 years ago because of an ingrown toe nail. Last night he decided to tell me it had returned. Being 12 years old I do not follow him into the bathroom any more. What he has learned from this current experience is that he has to tell me when things aren't right. Not to wait three weeks to say a word about it.
So today I called and made an appointment with the podiatrist. The podiatrist was lovely. She said we got there just in time to prevent an infection, and hence a wedge resection of the toe...youch!
Tom sat in that chair and was very brave. I held his hand, and he squeezed it very tight. We have a good bond, and he knows it means he has got to tell me things sooner sometimes :)