I have an aversion to feet. I know I’m not alone in this. Lots of people aren’t fond of these extremities, but perhaps the severity of my aversion sets me apart. I don’t like to look at them, touch them, and definitely not smell them. I don’t even like to get pedicures because it makes my stomach turn to see feet touched. Even my own feet. Crazy, I know. What person in their right mind can’t enjoy a pedicure?
There is one exception to the rule. Baby feet. I just love Azita’s feet to death. I love the little indents on her toes. The tiny toenails. The pads of fat that fill in her arches. The way her toes wiggle when something touches them. The creases where her ankles meet the top of her foot. I can’t get enough of them. Sometimes I just hold her feet in my hands and stare at them and think, “I made these.” They are so amazing, and I can’t even explain why. Especially given my aforementioned aversion to the foot.
Maybe it’s because they’re so stinking adorable.
Yup. That must be it.
I’m not going to tell you how often I nibble on Sophie’s (freshly cleaned) toes. (It’s a lot.) They’re just so darn cute, how could you not?