Um....we have clippers for that

I'm not really sure I even want to write this, but it has to be done. The other night I knocked and quickly entered Bob's bedroom to let him know it was time for lights out. What I saw was the one of the most horrific things ever. It certainly could have been worse, but it was bad. There was Bob perched on his bed with his toes in his mouth. I asked him what in the world he was doing. He just looked at me with that crazy, glassy-eyed, 20 foot stare in a 10 foot room and said "Huh? Oh, my toenails are pretty long, gotta take care of that". Are you kidding me?? I didn't know whether to puke or smack him in the head. I let him know that we are the proud of owners of not only one, but several fingernail/toenail clippers and asked him to please use them next time. Two and a half years until graduation (hopefully). I can do this.....I can do this.