Nature is taking care of (a) for me

Daniel's feet are blistered.

Let me rephrase that, Daniel's feet are horribly, sickeningly blistered.

He walked on hot asphalt for two hours; it looks like he walked on hot coals. He walked down the only three busy streets near here and although he luckily didn't get hit by a car (considering he crossed one of those streets), he walked on the blackest, glass-littered streets available.

His heels are each one, huge blister. When he got up yesterday morning, one of them split open. From one side of his foot to another. This deep gash is not pretty.

The arches of his feet are spotted with hundreds of tiny, deep cuts.

His toes are misshapen by blisters and cuts.

I can only hope that the pain takes permanent residence in his brain as a warning against pulling this crap again, even if he doesn't listen to a word we say.

However, the worst part of seeing his little feet this way, even worse than seeing my baby hurt, is knowing he caused this exact pain to his babysitter.