This morning I am working on a post that I should have ready this afternoon regarding why my world is spinning.  As I am typing away ColtonColton aka: Moose, Duece, Colt, CJ
Age: 3
Favorite Word: Fart
Hobbies:  Playing in the dirt, setting off fire alarms at preschool and bossing people around.
Best Qualities:  The sweetest disposition this side of the Mississippi. is watching Sesame Street.  Parenting 101. He just walked over to me and said, "I have ten on my feet."  

"That's right sweetie," I say.  "You have ten toes."  He gives me the, "dude you don't get it" look and then walks away. Having a teenager and being used to that look, I ignore it and go back to my writing.  Within seconds he returns to try again.  "I have ten on my feet," he says.  

"Yes sweetie I know and they are the cutest ten toes ever,"  I respond assuming the compliment will make him happy and send him back to his show so that I can continue to pound away on my keyboard.  Again, I get the "you're an idiot look".  This time, he pulls out the barstool next to me and lifts his feet up so that they are square in my face.  

Oh.  I get it now.