I still cannot believe I did it. Quick as a hummingbird’s wings, they were gone, forgotten, tossed away like moldy bread. It happened so quickly that afterwards I just stared at the remnants of my undoing. The candy cotton pink footed PJs now without stepping warmth. Really did I just cut off the footed PJs? Yes, yes I did. Why? That is an intriguing question. Did I cut to save money? Was the amputation to allow for human growth (an oxymoron?)? Both. The procedure was performed to end headaches, well in this to end the Z Chinese dynasty feet binding practice. No trip to the podiatrist for the Zs. Next surgical event is scheduled for Saturday. Kid 3 is growing, his walking phalanges curling under. Time to get out the scissors, prep the table, wipe my brow – cha ching, a few more cents saved.