The Beautiful Kind

My daughter just turned two years old. One day she told me she was hungry while we were driving. I told her I was sorry I didn’t have anything for her to eat right now and that she would have to wait until we got home. “It won’t be long, and since you have taken your shoes off again, why don’t you eat your toes for now?” She tried it and laughed hysterically. Thus began the game of us telling each other to “Eat your toes”. It is a fun game although she is the only one who actually can get her toes into her mouth.

I was changing her diaper the other day and told her I was going to eat her toes. “No Daddy,” she said with an inviting smile and a grasp of her feet. I grabbed another diaper and placed it under her bare bum. I said, “Okay…..then I will eat your tummy.” I did and she laughed. “Eat My Toes,” she said. I did, more laughter. “Eat My Tummy,” I did and more laughter. “Eat My ‘Jina.” Game Over.