He Waits All Day For This

The second we walk in the door, right after her backpack hits the floor and her jacket is flung over the chair, she plops down on the floor, let’s out a big sigh and yanks her shoes and socks off her feet.  

She has this strange little ritual.  She takes off her shoes.  Carefully removes her sweaty sock, and then takes her finger and slowly rakes it between each toe.

What?  She always says when she sees me giving her a strange look.

There is stuff in there that needs to come out!

I just think it best not to question any further.

Right on her tail, comes her brother.  He toddles in.  Plops down beside her.  Sometimes he yanks off his shoes, but most days he just reaches over to examine his sister’s feet.  He has seen the ritual, and much like me, he is clueless as to what she feels so compelled to sweep out of those toes.  

When the foot study is over, he begins his daily cry.

SNACK!   SNACK, PEEEEEEZZZZ!!!!

And so it goes.  Each day, this same little ritual.   They pick her toes, eat their snack, and talk about their ups and downs of the day.  

He waits ALL day for this.

The other day, I heard the sister make a change in the routine.  

Bubba, I am not going to take off my shoes until we are done with snack.   It was hot outside, and my feet are nasty.   It will ruin your snack.  Trust me.

 

He seemed okay with the change.