‘Thith morning’ I had to wonder if our boy was 14 months old or 14 years old, as he displayed an uncharacteristic rebellious streak most often reserved for teenagers than toddlers. The type of rebelliousness that incorporates chains, tattoos and heavy metal rock bands. Spikey hair, Doc Martin boots and Alice Cooper makeup. Leather pants, torn jeans and mono-syllabic grunts with obscene hand gestures.
But for our boy, his rebellious weapon of choice…
‘Body Piercings’, in his case specifically…
And like most rebellious youths, rather than have a professional perform the gruesome task under strict sterilised conditions in a clean controlled environment, our Billy Idol wannabe opted for the ‘home job’ by piercing his own tongue (not with a sterilised needle), but with his very own…
Oh, the blood.
As you can see from the pics below, those little pegs are sharper than a set of steak knives. He was pretty lucky not to lose the tip. Thankfully, a bit of Panadol for the pain, some ice cubes and plenty of mummy and daddy cuddles is all that was required. Funnily enough, he’s never had a swollen tongue before so it must have felt like there was something on the end of it and he kept trying to pull it off the end of his tongue.
But there is hopefully a lesson to be learned in all this, when next you need to brace yourself from toppling over, use your hands instead of your chin.
Just sayin’ 😉