Early in Margaret's life, we were given some socks with rattly animals on the toes which help the baby figure out where her feet are. When Margaret was in the business of finding her feet - well, really she didn't give any indication that she was there. One day, she was placidly indifferent to her feet (when you said "feet" she looked at you politely and vaguely as if you were speaking Turkish) and the next, she had her foot in her hand and hasn't let go of it since - anyway, where was I? Yes, quite. When Margaret was in the business of finding her feet, I forgot to put them on her feet. But tonight, I thought that she might enjoy trying them out.
She thought that they were VERY SUSPICIOUS.
When I put them on she kicked and kicked and kicked, and lifted her head and looked at her feet like they weren't her feet. She got one off and then began worrying the other one. The legs flailed.
And then she realized it was her foot, and grabbed hold of it.
She pulled it off, and proceeded to dispose of it as she deemed best.
I stopped her before she ate it entirely. But you better believe that firefly has learned its lesson.
It's like putting scotch tape on a cat! But seriously, love the new pic on the margin!
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