Stigmata?

Poor Ethan. On All Saints' Day, he took a hard fall and seriously gouged both of his palms. They took weeks to heal and were very painful for him. Truly, with the bandages he needed to wear to control the seepage, he resembled St. Pio a bit.
Yesterday, on St. Patrick's Day, as he was playing outside with his siblings, he stepped on a piece of post-construction litter that still adorns our yard (now visible that the snow is melting) and a nail pierced the sole of his foot. He was a very brave boy...no tears or hysterics, just a wee bit of yelling as I bandaged him up.As I was encouraging him by comparing his foot wound to the wound of Christ, and saying how he could share in Our Lord's sufferings on a deeper level during this last part of Lent, Ethan said, "Mom, do you think that since I hurt my palms and my foot on two different holy days, that maybe I am going to get the stigmata? "

Gee, I hope not, Buddy. I don't have enough bandaids for that.