Thomas is tough

There I was, barefoot in the kitchen, of course. Thomas, barefoot also, walks in front of me and stops, interrupting me mid-stride with the dishwasher as my object. My toes crumpled in agony as the crushed against his rock hard heel. Of course he wasn't fazed in the least by the impact or my yelp. But within minutes, I'm sporting a swelling, brusing, sprained or broken toe! I'm so glad it doesn't hurt in the least to walk and run, but bending it to curl it under is out of the question.