It looked like this:
He used to entertain us in church with his talking hand when we were in church. I think the only person that actually listened to what the pastor was saying was my mom.
I used to entertain my sister, who is 5 years younger than me with my feet. I'd pretend they were falling off the couch, and she had to catch them. I'd wrap doll hats around my feet, and they were babies. I'd thank her for saving the babies lives.
Now I let Isaak draw characters on my feet. He loves it!
Yes we are odd.
Yes it encourages him to be creative.
It doesn't hurt anything - except for maybe the inside of my socks.
Sometimes my feet are babies, and sometimes my feet are puppies.
The other night he drew a baby on one foot, and a puppy on the other. The baby looked more like a scary pig, but whatever.
He wraps them up in a blanket, and holds them while we watch TV. It's funny, silly, and entertaining to him.