Spilly and I sat together in the kitchen after school.
"Ooh," I said, massaging my feet, while she ate her cheese crackers. "Mommy has sore toes!"
"Why do you have sore toes, Mommy?"
"Mommy was wearing inappropriate footwear to teach."
"Why were you wearing inappro - propriate footwear?"
"I don't really know. I will wear better shoes tomorrow."
"Oh, Mommy," she said, sighing at my foibles, and getting up from the table. She sat down on the floor by my feet and took my right foot in her hands. She rubbed it for a minute. Then she held it to her ear.
"That is very nice!" I said.
"Ssh!!! I want to hear the heartbeat."
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