It was day 3 of the road trip. Eladia kicked off her shoes, yanked off her socks, and was holding her ankles. Mommy and Daddy heard Eladia talking and talking. Sometimes in a normal voice; sometimes in a deep voice. Mommy finally turned around and asked, "who are you talking to?"
"My feet."
Oh.
P.S. The deep voice was her feet responding.
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