owen came out of his room tonight crying about his toes:
O (in whiniest voice possible): mommy, i don't like my blankets on because they are pointing my toes down.
me: okay, then... it's okay to take the blankets off
O: i think maybe i need some new toes, maybe they are the wrong size
me: hmmm. i don't really understand what you mean. that's the way my toes are too. and your toes help you balance.
O: my toes don't work for me. this one is always pointing down. i need a different foot
me: well, here ya go! (motioning a magical foot replacement)
O: that's just pretend. it didn't work.
O (in whiniest voice possible): mommy, i don't like my blankets on because they are pointing my toes down.
me: okay, then... it's okay to take the blankets off
O: i think maybe i need some new toes, maybe they are the wrong size
me: hmmm. i don't really understand what you mean. that's the way my toes are too. and your toes help you balance.
O: my toes don't work for me. this one is always pointing down. i need a different foot
me: well, here ya go! (motioning a magical foot replacement)
O: that's just pretend. it didn't work.
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