Feet

Beckett has an imaginary friend of some sort: my feet.  I don't remember how it first started, but all of a sudden he was having a conversation with my feet!  It took me awhile to figure out who he was talking to, but now that I know I play right along.  Beckett has given my foot a bath and washed its hair in the pool, kissed my foot (I know), hugged my foot, offered to share snacks with my foot, and tried to carry my foot around.  One of our recent conversations:

Beckett:  Hey feet, do you want to play the fishing game with me?
My Feet:  Sure Beckett, how do I play?
Beckett:  You have a fishing pole and catch this fish.
My Feet:  OK, I'll try!

Chad has always been creeped out by my toes and how I can move them (I also think he's secretly envious).  It's not a talent - I'm pretty sure Chad is the only one who doesn't have control of his toes.  But anyway, it sure does come in handy while playing with Beckett!

See, even Beckett can manipulate his toes!

But then he decided it was easier to use his hands.

Fish on!  I caught two fish with my feet, not too shabby.