french toes

this morning, the mr. convinced me to make him breakfast.

i kindly obliged since, well, i don't make breakfast very often.

he wanted french toast, so that's what we had.

as we're sitting at the table eating, b said that she was all done with her french toast and she didn't want any more.

m says to b, "i still have some.  see my french toes?"

and promptly showed b her toes.

at one point in the conversation, she even put her feet up on the table so we could all see them.

and no matter what we tell m, she's still convinced that she's got french toes.