Mollie

Mollie is my adored god-daughter. I dedicate my life to being a bad influence on her! Her mom and dad are onto me, though.

When Mollie was one, I demonstrated to her how to pick things up with her toes and then forgot about it. At her second birthday party (at which I was a wrangler), she plopped herself down on the floor with her cake, took off her socks, and plunged her toes into the cake and very deftly fed herself that way. After a moment of silence, her mother sternly called out, "Carla!" Me? I was innocent - I'd merely demonstrated that one can pick up things with one's toes!