Stinky Feets

For a long time now we've been playing a Stinky Feets game. I hold your little toes up to my nose, sniff, and say "peee uuu!", "oh peee uuu". Rinse. Repeat. It always amuses you. Then to throw you off, every once and a while I make you do a baby yoga pose and say "here, YOU smell" and hold your tootsie up to your nose. Of course, you don't sniff, but you insert one or more toes into your third hand (aka your mouth). Oh, BTW, they don't smell. It's just for fun. Really, they are suuuuper soft and the only human feet I would willingly touch.

So that's the Stinky Feets game. Evidently that game taught you the meaning of the word "you". Here's why: Last week I noticed you understand the word "foot". Now I ask for your foot, and you either point your ballerina feet up in the air, or if feeling a lil lazy, you grab your ankle with your hand and offer up the feets. This morning I asked to kiss your foot and you held it up for me. After I kissed it, I said "YOU kiss yer foot". Then I watched in amazement as you grabbed your foot and moved it from my hand up to your face, and proceeded to put your toes in your mouth!

What's more amazing to me, is that no matter what kinds of fits you may throw or how late you decide to stay up tonight, I will consider this a good day because of the above 3-second accomplishment. That's how you keep winning me over every day, you're so tricky like that.