When I was a child, my feet garnered a lot of attention, specifically my toes. Long, thin, situated relatively far from one another, they have big "heads" and look like aliens growing out of my feet. My toe nails curve over the head, like helmets, intensifying their alien-in-a-spacesuit appearance. To top it off, the nail on my pinky toe is almost non-existent. And I developed a habit at a young age of picking it, so that what was left, was mangled beyond recognition.
Throughout my life, people have stared and laughed out loud at my feet. I was thinking about this today, about how my cousins used to make so much fun of me while camping at the beach during the summer, how they pointed and laughed and whispered to one another while pointing and laughing. As I remembered, I thought to myself, "Well, it's a good thing that they're far away from my face, out of sight most of the time! Covered by shoes!"
I think my children might be spared my toe-genes. I've already examined their feet, and they look pretty perfect to me.