I held his warm feet in my hands..

© Christine Mastroianni, all rights reserved

I held his warm feet in my hands, caressing their silky soft skin with my thumbs. They were so alive, dancing in my hands, spirited, and unapologetically filthy! His soles were coated with dust and crumbs, evidence of his unkempt mommy. But Mommy wasn't really unkempt, just a little behind in her house cleaning today.

He squealed as I touched him a little too lightly and unwittingly tickled him. I smiled and started to tickle him intentionally. He laughed and glowed, his hands banging on the highchair tray in delight, sending more crumbs floating to the floor. Where they would probably sit until later tonight. Unapologetically.