Anatomically Correct Diagnosis

“Ow!” Clara Grace announced and stared down at her foot. “My piggies hurt.” Knowing this was code for his daughter’s toes, her daddy massaged the pajama footie lightly then blew her foot a tiny kiss. The little girl acknowledged that this had done some good and began to walk around her room with renewed vigor. “Ow!” she called again, “My arch hurts. Check my arch.” Possibly, this was one of the first truly useful occasions for all the anatomical vocabulary her grandma had taught her during the past several days. Clara Grace’s daddy decided to inspect more closely. Sure enough, a tiny object was stuck to the little girl’s foot and rolling around in the bottom of her footie.