I was putting on Secundus’s shoes one day as he was sitting on the stairs to the second floor. While doing it I made up a nonsense rhyme about eating his feet because that kind of thing generally drives him crazy (Noooooo Daddy! Don’t eat my feet/ears/nose/fingers etc…) and I’m a bad parent. The rhyme was something like:

Secundus’s* feet are good to eat
Because they’re sweet
And very neat
That’s why the feet, I like to eat
Are Secundus’s feet!

Let’s face it, you don’t have to be Dr. Seuss to get a good rhyme when you’re working with feet and eat.

I looked up while reciting the rhyme and could tell that he was holding back a smile. Then he said in a very serious voice, “I am not going to laugh at that Daddy even though it was funny because you shouldn’t be talking ‘bout eating my feet.”

He left off the “harrumph” but it was definitely implied.

*Do I need to mention that I used his real name?