Fiametta would hold her feet for a few minutes here and there, but today she found ’em. She found them and had to get them figured out. She checked out the rest of her legs a whole bunch of times while she got this thing sorted out. Her hands were grabbing her legs up and down like she was kneading cake frosting. She’d get excited from time to time and ram both hands right in her mouth… like she does. Then shoot both hands out and grab those feeties again.
