“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.
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.