Come To Think Of It, I Haven't Seen His Toes In A While

Fiona sits on the couch between two barefoot parents, still giggly after playing "this little piggie" (or having had it played upon her). She studies the feet on the couch.

Fiona: (holding her foot against Mommy's) Look! It's the same.

Mommy: We both have feet.

Fiona: Yeah. And Daddy has feet.

Daddy: I do?

Fiona: Yeah.

Daddy: Does Aunt Kathy have feet?

Fiona: Yeah, Aunt Kathy has feet.

Daddy: What about Pop?

Fiona: Pop has feet.

Mommy: And Nana? Does Nana have feet?

Fiona: Yeah, Nana has feet.

Daddy: What about Papa?

Fiona: No.

Daddy: (disbelieving) Papa doesn't have feet?

Fiona: No. Papa has socks.