My Husband Lost The Little Piggy That Had Roast Beef & Pointer the Index Finger

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“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.

“TEN!”

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.

© 2012 CThacker

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9 thoughts on “My Husband Lost The Little Piggy That Had Roast Beef & Pointer the Index Finger

  1. I have known “Ole Nine Toes” since he received his moniker…he has others that have been assigned to him over the years from his extensive group of admirers, friends and fraternity brothers…

  2. I hope Chief appreciates how difficult it was for you to get just that right texture and coating on this table in order to allow his creative side out…

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