Lately Luke has been fascinated with his feet. He hasn’t been that interested in his feet since he was a baby. I wonder if his baby sister playing with her feet has started it? Anyway, the other day we were eating breakfast and he kept playing with his feet. All of a sudden he grabbed his foot and pulled it up where it touched the kitchen table. Of course, he laughed and he kept doing it. I couldn’t help but laugh and what he was trying to do.
After several tries he finally got his foot to lay completely on top of the table. I couldn’t believe how flexible he was in order to do this. I hurt just looking at him. But he was perfectly content to leave his foot on the table like it belonged there while he ate.
If he was back a little further from the table he would of looked like one of those old western sheriffs, from the movies, that leaned back in their chairs, had their hands behind their heads and both feet crossed on top of the desk. Like they had nothing better to do with their time, like catch the bad guys at “miss kitty’s Saloon”.
Luke hasn’t tried to do this again( knock on wood). (Picture on the left)
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