“Hey B-Bop…count Chief Money Maker’s toes.”  The four-year old child of a 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.  Chief lost a middle toe due to a construction accident back in his college days.

“How many is he supposed to have?” I asked.

“TEN!”

I love messing with kids’ minds.

The next time B-Bop comes over he can count Chief’s fingers.  He lost one this morning due to an error in judgment when he signed his dining-room table dust artwork.

Cheri Thacker

Cheri Thacker resides in Bartlett, TN and writes a weekly humor column for The Bartlett Express. The Crumb Snatcher Tales takes an offbeat look at a family one talking dog away from a sitcom. Because she has trouble staying focused, she also writes short stories, feature articles, and sports articles.

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