Today, I'm in two places at once. Okay. Not really. But I am a guest over at Jodi Desautel's blog. If you have a moment, please stop by for a visit!
Now for the story:
Last night, when I was tucking my nine-year-old son into bed, I noticed he seemed to be having a fixation with his feet.
"Dude," I said. "Why are you playing with your feet? It's time for bed!"
"Mama, there something really interesting going on here."
I raised my eyebrows. "Apparently. What is so interesting about your feet?"
"There are letters on them. Look, Mama." He traced some lines on the sole of his foot. "This is the letter 'A.' Do you have a letter 'A' on your foot?"
"You seriously want me to take my sock off and see if I have a letter 'A' on the bottom of my foot?"
I sighed and inspected the bottom of my foot. Sure enough, there was a letter "A" on the bottom. "Are you happy, Bubba?"
He shook his head. "Look. Here's a letter 'M.' Do you have a letter 'M'?"
I looked. I did. "Yes, Bubba. I have a letter 'M.'"
"Mama, do you know what that means?"
"No, Bubba, I don't."
"It means we're related!"