Footsies

One of the things I had forgotten about Charlotte as a baby was how she used to brace her little chubby feet up under the lip of the far side of her booster seat tray while she was eating.  It all came back to me once Peter started doing it, and I finally remembered to take a picture of it.  The sight of his chunky little Fred Flintstone feet wedged up there always makes me smile and causes an irresistible impulse to tickle the exposed soles.  (Yes, it's winter and snowing here, but I can't keep socks on this kid to save my life so I just don't bother if we're inside the house.)