“Hey B-Bop…count Chief Money Maker’s toes.” The four-year old child of friend jumped on the task and began counting down Chief’s toes as they peeked out of his sandals.
“…seven………….eight……………..nine???” Then he stood there staring down at Chief’s feet, I assume wondering if he had somehow miscounted. “How many is he supposed to have?” I asked.
I love messing with kids’ minds.
Chief lost a middle toe due to a construction accident back in his college days. The next time B-Bop comes over he can count Chief’s fingers. He lost one this morning due to an error in judgment.
He drew this with his index finger on our dining room table.
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