What shall we eat?

My daughter, the great dispenser of poop, drool, and vomit, was sitting politely and very lady like on the Lumpys cheast last night. Legs straight out towards the Lumpys head staring at the Lumpy with that ever expectent look of entertaine me papa. And so after some amazing World War II fighter pilot type maneuvers and a few dancing lessons via the Lumpys school of the Macaraina my daughter settled back into her original position on my chest with a slightly different look.

This time rather than stare at me she looked directly at her big toe. As she bent slowly toward it her face said it all. She sat there and her father understood for he has often had the same thoughts while staring at his big toe.

"Vant to suck ze toh. Ze toh. It callz to me. It iz, so yummy. Must suck ze toh."

And so My daughter and I sat happily sucking her toes till her mommy came in and forced us to stop. But every now and again, as time goes on, the toe will call to us. and though we try to resist it's allure. We try to be good. There will be no saving us. It's call will draw us in. "Suck ze toh. Suck ZE toh. SUCK ZE TOH. And we will both as one lean our drool covered chins down and together my daughter and I will eat her feet.