We were at a Panera near his college, talking about tetanus, because what mother-son lunch doesn’t turn to that subject?
It all started when son #2 told me about a runner friend of his who had stepped on a rusty nail while on a run. Son # 2 is a pre-nursing student, so he knows the hazards of tetanus, but not how often someone needs a booster shot. He was wondering if he did.
Me: Not for a few more years. It’s every ten years and you had one in high school. Now me, I need one. The last time I had one was when my eardrum ruptured. You were five.
Him: You should get one.
Me: I don’t want one. I’ve never had a more painful shot in my whole life.
Him: But you could go get ice cream afterward.
Yeah, he knows me well...