Dear Kid,

It is a weekend full of holidays. Tomorrow is Labor Day. And today is Wiggle Your Toes Day.

I did not make that up. Somebody did, but amazingly it wasn’t me.

Wiggle Your Toes Day seems to me to be one of the greatest holidays ever invented. It involves toes and wiggling and bare feet and not having to send cards and pretty much the world doesn’t get any better than that.

It will also make my physical therapists happy to know that I am wiggling my toes. I’m sure they’d be even happier if they thought I was wiggling the way they showed me, but anything that gets my feet muscles moving falls into the “good” category as far as they are concerned.

Toe wiggling is fun. It’s even more fun if you can wiggle them in mud, sea, sand, or dirt. But since my last Venture Into the Wild ended on such an itchy note, I’m going to settle for wiggling in mid-air. Inside air. Non-poisoned inside air.

What’s your favorite place for toe wiggling?

There is something entirely carefree about toe wiggling. There is no end-purpose to toe wiggling. There are no toe wiggling competitions (at least none that I’m aware of). It’s just one of those things that’s fun just for being fun.

Hope you’re having a great weekend and that you find some carefree time to wiggle your toes.

Love, Mom

Dear Kid,

It’s one of those days.

One of those days when I had an utterly brilliant idea for today’s letter. I know it was utterly brilliant because I said to myself, “That is an utterly brilliant idea!”

My fingers however did not exactly agree.

My fingers looked at each other, rolled their eyes, and refused to have anything to do with typing about the utterly brilliant idea.

In fact, my fingers suggested that there was no way on earth the Utterly Brilliant Idea could be turned into a blog unless Albus Dumbledore himself got some serious magic involved.

Since I don’t have access to the aforementioned headmaster, my fingers decided to nap.

Do you know how hard it is to get all ten digits to wake up and work together?

I tried again. I tried to convince my left should and some seriously influential brain cells to take up the cause. They laughed and went out for coffee.

Clearly, there is a revolution afoot. (Technically, I didn’t get my feet involved in the discussion since they tend to have fairly base ideas.)

Perhaps tomorrow I’ll find a way to make my brilliant idea work.

Perhaps it will take longer than 24 hours.

Either way, I love you.

Love, Mom