One night when Wesley was probably oh, 14 or 15, he was sitting on our bed playing absently with an elastic string. Apparently the string had come from the waistband of his boxers. He had wrapped one end of it around his big toe and had the other end between his teeth and was pulling to and fro with his leg. Don't ask why such a thing was even happening... this is Wesley we're talking about, after all. I mean really, who puts discarded portions of their underpants in their mouth???
Well, as one might imagine, there came a breaking point... literally. The end of the elastic that was wrapped around his toe broke free, snapping his lip with surprising force. Sadly for him, the reaction was similar to a burn-reflex... it happened before his pride had time to jump in and censor it for him. His hand flew to his mouth almost as quickly as the string had. And then his eyes darted about to check for witnesses. My self-control is terrible in these situations: I was already on the floor in a fit of laughter.
Wesley thinks it's hilarious, too, though he still insists that the pain was incredible. He actually asked me to tell this story for your entertainment now. If you enjoyed it, you can thank him... for the content as well as for the permission to exploit his regrettable, however self-inflicted, mishaps.
isabella kristan :: six years old
10 years ago
hahahahahahahahaha!! That is by far the best story I have heard all day!! Thank you Wesley, thank you for being so......you!
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