A long time ago -- maybe a year? nine months? -- Levi started telling us once or twice a week at dinner that his foot had fuzz on it. This was extremely upsetting to him: he'd whine, and cry a little, and brush at his foot frantically. We'd inspect the foot for fuzz, finding nothing, and try (unsuccessfully) to reassure him that there was no fuzz on his foot. After a few minutes, he'd settle down, and we'd wonder what on earth that was all about.
Finally, much more recently -- a month or two ago -- instead of saying, "my foot has fuzz on it," he used the phrase, "my foot is fuzzy," and all of a sudden I understood. He'd been sitting on his foot, and it had fallen asleep! I don't normally associate the "pins and needles" feeling with "fuzziness," but if you have no idea what's going on and a limited number of adjectives at hand, I don't think "fuzzy" is so far off. A toddler mystery decoded!
Finally, much more recently -- a month or two ago -- instead of saying, "my foot has fuzz on it," he used the phrase, "my foot is fuzzy," and all of a sudden I understood. He'd been sitting on his foot, and it had fallen asleep! I don't normally associate the "pins and needles" feeling with "fuzziness," but if you have no idea what's going on and a limited number of adjectives at hand, I don't think "fuzzy" is so far off. A toddler mystery decoded!
Reading the Bible with his foot tucked under him. Owen's checking out the space underneath!
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