The Last Inhibition

Clara Grace’s daddy removed his little girl’s wet pajamas and snapped a new diaper in place on the morning of Saturday, September the sixteenth. Clara Grace exclaimed, “Ouch! Hurt foot! Foot hurts! After kicking her big toe on the wooden rail of the diaper table. Miserably, she glanced up at her daddy and requested, “Kiss it?” Her daddy, who would normally do anything to wipe away his daughter’s pain, was more than slightly reluctant on this particular occasion owing to the fact that Clara Grace had completely soaked her pajamas and sheets the past night. In the spirit of compromise, her daddy offered, “I’ll kiss your cheek,” but Clara Grace wiggled her tiny toes and replied, “No, kiss foot.” Upon seeing his options were none, her daddy gingerly kissed the very tip of the little girl’s big toe. “Hug it?” Clara Grace persisted and of course, her daddy eventually succumbed to this request as well.