“My what big feet she
has!” I am shamed!! In my home country, The Womb, big feet are celebrated as a
sign of royalty. (Of course, I am the only one celebrating them as The Womb was
a population of one, but nevertheless they were celebrated. I do not think it
necessary to get into the vagaries of my country at this time. It is a silly
place. I digress…) Ah yes, my feet and their magnificence. I hear my
grandmother exclaim that this is an undeniable “Robinson” trait. The validity
of these claims are suspect at best. However, they do talk of providing me with
the finest footwear in the coming months. It would be remiss of me to say that
I am not pleased by this proposition. Perhaps, I will now soil my diaper only
three times tomorrow. Or perhaps not, I never know how much control I have over
these things.
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