His reasoning was that if had gloves glued on his hands, I couldn’t cut his fingernails. He also wished he could hide his toes somewhere I’d never find them.
“Now young man, stop hiding your toes in other dimensions this instant! DOn’t you know they might be nibbled on by wraiths, dimensional gullets, nambo shufflers, or worse, mistaken for croutons?!”
Frank is SUCH a whiner! LOL! I believe your family is just a small society, like a little village, with all kinds of folks in it.
The stuff of fairy tales!!!