FEET! FEET! They've got FEET!! I burst into the quiet, little room reserved for yoga, meditation and nothing louder than the all encompassing Ohmmmmmmmm. My screams pierced the silence, almost knocking K over from his Sirshasan (head stand). THEY HAVE FEET!!!
Once right-side-up, he reluctantly climbed the stairs and followed me to the kitchen. We peered through the oven window, and in that moment of silence I felt a foot-feetish come to fruition.
How do you like your eggs? Do you like them on a boat, with a goat, in the rain, on a train, in the dark, in a tree, in a car, in a box, with a fox, in a house or with a mouse? Would you like them here or there? Or would you like them anywhere?
Some people like them green with ham, or a mystery food that goes by Spam. I know most people eat them first, but me, I like them as dessert!