Happy Feet!

Greetings and salutations,

First and foremost, thank you to all of you who volunteered a moment from your respective hectic daily schedules to peruse my inaugural blog musings. I have literally been drooling over all of the feedback. Okay, so maybe that has more to do with my two toothers; however, I do significantly appreciate your patronage. I hope that you continue to relish my blog; I am cherishing spending the time with Papa immortalizing my thoughts in this forum, not only for all of my family members and colleagues to enjoy, but also as something to reminisce about in the future (Most likely when Mama and Papa use the tales contained herein to embarrass me at my high school graduation celebration).

And now to the topic du jour. Hmmm...That sounds good, I will have that (Even at this rudimentary age, Papa has enrolled me in a moderately rigorous film study. Sure, most of the programs are animated and entitled Baby Einstein, but we are diverse in our sampling. For instance, I have learned that Dumb and Dumber is one of, if not the, most brilliant comedic performances in the modern era.).

Back to that topic I referenced earlier. Especially of late I have been honing my observational skills. When I congregate with my peers at the mall I have noticed that a preponderance of folks are ambulatory. Sure, most of my peers and I are bound for the floor, but so many bipeds are cruising around in an upright fashion. Now, this evening's discourse is not borne out of jealousy; someday I will too walk. Perhaps I will crawl first or even to touch my Mama without clobbering her in the face, but we are really splitting hairs at this point. Anyway, I think that all of these people strolling about are taking their feet for granted. Papa and Mama tell me that most folks only pay attention to their tarsals when they hurt or are stinky. In fact, almost invariably they are always covering up them up with pesky socks and shoes. My parents are some of the biggest offenders. One of Mama's favorite things in the world, other than me, is a new pair of socks. And Papa keeps buying me those Air Jordan thingies, but they are merely a hindrance to the unadulterated bliss that the feet offer. I implore all of you to enjoy your feet. Look at me; I spend a good portion of my day trying to put my feet in my mouth. Modesty aside, I pretty much have it mastered; in fact, I am willing to offer pointers. I do playdates, one-on-one tutoring session, and a YouTube promotional video may be in the future. Just think how popular you would be if you could do this. I smile incessantly, and I doubt it is merely a coincidence that this silly human trick is in my repertoire. The Late Show with David Letterman and America's Got Talent here I come.

Carter

Someone in heaven is always looking after me...