Let me preface this post by saying that I HATE feet.
Except for my son's because they are awesome.
But he's eight months old, so he has supercute feet.
At the end of each day, the kids and I clean up our floor. I'll say something like, "Please pick eight things up and put them where they go."
Then they have to show the things to me because, let's face it, we don't live in a perfect world and some of them lie.
So they all were cleaning and bringing me their collected items:
E: Two crayons, a marker, an eraser, and some paper scraps.
L: Three pillows, some paper, a tissue, a pencil.
I: A paperclip, some homework, and an eraser.
Then the nastiest one of all:
R: Some paper, a pencil, some trash, and a toenail.
Ugh...get that away from me.