EL had to take a trip to Urgent Care after an Ultimate Frisbee scuffle... hopefully it was just a sprain, nothing broken... while there, the Dr. said, "So, has this part of her foot always looked like this???"
Me: "Umm, yes... her father's look the same way..."
Granted, I probably should have had portions of her feet looked at long ago, but EL had other issues to deal with that made me try to lessen Dr. appointments. Her Dr. never mentioned it, and frankly, her Dr. was waaaaaay too into, "OH MY GAWD!!! You need a SPECIALIST!!!"
I was reiterating this again today... saying how her Dr. would have gone, "Oh my GAWD! You've parted her hair on the wrong side! You need to see a hair doctor!!!"
And then, on cue, EL said, "Herr Doktor Bimler??"
I lahve that my kids get word play... even if maybe one or both have their father's funky feet... at least they got our dominant word gene.