My mother told me a story one time, about one of her younger cousins and his epic interaction with a bunch of cheap flip-flops/sandals.
He was somewhere between the age when his incisors had grown in, but not yet old enough to speak…or, well, to not be immensely fucking stupid. A bunch of people in the extended family were visiting his family’s house, and they had all left their flip-flops in the front room. These were the oldschool foam-rubber type of flip-flop sandals. The ones that were just a brightly-colored, entirely flat foam-rubber, foot-shaped sole, and a little plastic piece to hold it onto your foot. Everyone in the family apparently had a different color of shoes.
When everyone was preparing to leave the house, they found that EVERY PAIR OF SHOES had a toddler’s-mouth-sized bite taken out of it. Just one per pair. This little shit had tried every “flavor” of shoe, and apparently didn’t figure out they were all rubber-and-foot flavored until he’d tried all of them.
If I remember correctly, he had sampled at least eight or ten people’s shoes.
I went through the bite-everything stage to, but I think I prefered to bite people lol. My Mum says I stopped when one time I snuck up and bit her and she slapped-- not because she wanted to slap me, but because that was her automatic reaction to suddenly being bitten.
My mother told me a story one time, about one of her younger cousins and his epic interaction with a bunch of cheap flip-flops/sandals.
He was somewhere between the age when his incisors had grown in, but not yet old enough to speak…or, well, to not be immensely fucking stupid. A bunch of people in the extended family were visiting his family’s house, and they had all left their flip-flops in the front room. These were the oldschool foam-rubber type of flip-flop sandals. The ones that were just a brightly-colored, entirely flat foam-rubber, foot-shaped sole, and a little plastic piece to hold it onto your foot. Everyone in the family apparently had a different color of shoes.
When everyone was preparing to leave the house, they found that EVERY PAIR OF SHOES had a toddler’s-mouth-sized bite taken out of it. Just one per pair. This little shit had tried every “flavor” of shoe, and apparently didn’t figure out they were all rubber-and-foot flavored until he’d tried all of them.
If I remember correctly, he had sampled at least eight or ten people’s shoes.
That is both the dumbest and the funniest thing I’ve read all day
I know, right? I hadn’t thought about that story in so many years, but it popped right back into my brain, the instant I saw this meme.
I went through the bite-everything stage to, but I think I prefered to bite people lol. My Mum says I stopped when one time I snuck up and bit her and she slapped-- not because she wanted to slap me, but because that was her automatic reaction to suddenly being bitten.
My babies love biting toes. I keep trying to warn them they’re gonna get reflexively kicked one of these times.
That’s just called priming your immune system
Antibodies: “Got another flip flop. My guy oops ain’t getting footwear-itis today”