#Chapter62
/"Can,/" I whined, kicking my feeties. My toes looked funny. Giggling, I pulled them towards my, trying to catch them with my fingers.
/"I.../" Daddy trailed off. /"You might be able to get away with it with the right trousers,/" he said at last. /"But you can't use it, okay baby? Everybody will know if you do./"
/"Owwie,/" I cried, throwing my foot away, tears forming in my eyes. /"Dadd... dee,/" I sniffled, feeling a sob build up as pain shot through my big toe.
/"Did... you just bite your toe?/"
/"It owwie, Daddy. Azey so ouchie./"
Daddy sat beside me, sitting me up and cradling my cheek in his hand. He had a peculiar look on his face but he turned his attention to my toe that now had a nast-ee bitey hole in.
/"Why did you bite yourself?/"
/"It was Azey dino mouth. It go nom-nom on Azey's tiddlies. It ouchie, Daddy. Need kisses./"