The FYG and I have this thing about feet. We don't like them. We think they are disgusting, gross, and unpleasant. Also ugly. Except for baby feet. Baby feet are adorable.
Anyway, we were engaged in some good natured horse play, poking, prodding, tickling- and then she tried to win by waving her feet in my face, threatening to touch me with them.
I laughed. "Look," I explained. "I'm your mom. You're my kid. I gave birth to you, which means those feet you're waving at me? They were inside my body for 9 months." (9 1/2 months to be precise)
I won.
"Eeewwwww," she groaned. "TMI!!!"
LOVE this!
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