Duct tape vs. plantar wart

  I have wanted to write about how duct tape cured my son's painful plantar wart but I was afraid it was invading his privacy. Now that it has been two years, he said he's fine with me writing about it. I told him I think the story might help people. And the story strangely became one of those special moments between a parent and child that I think we'll both remember.
  Back when Gameboy first showed me the wart on the bottom of his foot, I could see that it had been there awhile. As treatment went on for months and months, he came to feel guilty about how big he had let it get before mentioning it to me. This guilt made the treatments harder on him, I think. But walking on the wart had become so painful that we had to do something.
  It was at least six months that we tackled the wart using over-the-counter acid treatment, carefully soaking his foot, rubbing off loose skin and then applying more acid and a bandage every single night. We tried several brands, plus those little discs, which were a joke, and after all that time, seemed to irritate the surface skin some but didn't come close to affecting the wart.
  Next we bought an over-the-counter freezing treatment. My husband did this part, and later told me how commercials for this product fail to include a kid crying, "Ahhhhhhhh! It hurts! It hurts!" They couldn't get much done with the freezing method, and what they could do made no difference on the wart. We decided it was too painful to pursue any more.
  We continued with the acid treatment and started to think we'd have to take him to the doctor, perhaps for surgery. The thought of that sent me to the Internet for other ideas. I came across this information on the Mayo Clinic website about duct tape. It's on the ninth screen of information about plantar warts. I came to think they should mention this home remedy first.
  The duct tape method was simple: We put duct tape on the bottom of his foot and wrapped it around his foot so the tape wouldn't come off. After one week, we peeked. We could see the skin around the wart was starting to loosen, and the wart was separating from his normal skin.
  We put on new duct tape. One week later, we remembered to check late at night after he and I were the only two people still awake. As we peeled back the tape, we could see the wart was coming loose. As the tape was completely pulled away, the wart came off on the tape. It was about the size of a dime, cone-shaped, half-a-centimeter deep, a little pyramid of stink and yuck.
  We both retched; he says he almost vomited. Yet it was one of the happiest moments of his young life. We looked at each other, laughed, looked at the wart again, gagged, laughed again. Man, it was gross.
  What was left on his foot was like a divot on a golf course, but the bottom of this pit was covered with new skin. It didn't take long to heal and fill out. You can't even see now where it was.

  So that's my duct-tape-plantar-wart story. Might be a little boring, but it continues to amuse the two characters who were there to witness it.