This isn’t a post about chewy candy, although given my sweet tooth you could be forgiven for thinking that.
I’m referring to the other kind of tootsies: the kind you find under the table.
A couple of weeks ago Bubba moved from her traditional high chair to one with a much smaller footprint, a chair that will grow with her and actually looks from above the table line like it is part of our dining furniture.
The fun thing about the new chair is that if she reaches her foot out as we sit together sharing a meal, she’s discovered she can touch my leg. And because it’s such a new thing she still gets a look of delight on her face when she makes contact and remembers.
Is that your leg mumma?
Okay, I’m just going to rest my foot here for safe keeping, and occasionally wriggle my toes a little and give you that I’m so glad you’re here smile.
I know I sound like a broken record, but the preciousness of that kid utterly slays me!