Count My Piggies

Because I always want to remember:

Just now, Elizabeth ran over to me and out of nowhere, she said “Mama, can you count my piggies?”  Then she climbed on my lap and handed me her feet.

We did both of her feet and both of her hands.  She doesn’t think that the second little piggie wants to stay home, she thinks she wants to go to market too.  Then she took off my socks and did mine for me.