In the past I'd tickled Max's feet and he'd reacted to the sensation in surprise, even looking at his feet like they were some sort of magical tickle apparatus. Once I noticed him examining his feet like, Hey, who put these here? Granted, I usually keep his tootsies covered with socks, so that may be why he didn't discover them sooner.
On my dad's lap, though, stripped of his socks, he found his feet.
And he was enthralled.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
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