Actually Newman-Os, but they didn't need to know that.
The other day Henry had a friend over, which means he got to oversee construction on his latest block/Lego creation while I got to sit in the next room and pretend to work. While I read blogs and told myself I had a deadline, I gradually became aware that I wasn't holding my ears shut from the child-manufactured racket. Instead of crashing and shouting, there was giggling. Quiet, conspiratorial giggling. I was afraid.
In this situation, some parents might poke their heads in to see what was going on, but me, I can't say I really wanted to have that image--whatever it was--seared into my memory. So I asked. And Henry, my innocent truth-telling five-year-old, he told me. "We're licking our feet," he said.
Ah.
I think it's indicative of how low my standards of acceptable behavior have fallen when I say that I answered, "Your own, or each other's?" When he said they were licking their own feet, I had to think about it for a minute before deciding that that was gross.
I could hear their little minds whirring (each other's feet—now there's an idea), so I lured them to me with the promise of Oreos.
Oreos: More Delicious Than Your Friend's Foot! I should have been an ad copywriter.












November 29, 2007
Reader Comments (45)
Like, who thought of it first? Did it just come to one of them in a kind of brain fart or did it happen 'by accident', like one of them stumbled and their tongue hit their foot by mistake and they just took that idea and ran with it?
You know, this post really brings up more questions that it answers...
Eewww.
I share your low standards: my daughter and her cousin decided it was fun! to put marbles in their underwear. When they told me this, I simply said "Well, just don't put them in your mouth later." In retrospect, I might have put an end to it.
nah.
I did go ballistic, however, when I opened the door to their room once to discover them peeing on each other. I mean, those same low standards don't apply when brand-new carpeting is involved.
Little boys. HA.
Actually I'm kidding about the travesty but I am very tired because my sister's cat is trying to drive me insane. I think I would take foot licking children over Sebastian. At least they're not yowling between the hours of 10 PM and 7 AM. No. Children actually sleep.
Want to trade? Just until my sister comes back from San Diego? It'll be fun. And hey, Izzy would love the attention.
Finslippy: Ruining the fun for copywriters the world over.
I think licking each other's feet would be a little worse, though. Eew.