My mom's feet.

The love for garba must run in my genes.  My mom garba'd a little too hard the other night.  So hard in fact that she got bruises on her toes from dancing in circles barefooted.  Last night she wanted to give her feet a little therapy by covering them in lotion and then covering them in socks.  Well the socks got too hot...so she rolled them up.  Then she goes "hey look...demi socks".  Then I said "nope. they're toe-pris."  And then we started coming up with all sort of names.  Toe-ttens.  Toe-cks.  Toe-digans.  It was pretty funny.