I've used some stupid ones myself in my day, but my first thought was,
quite simply, 'That's the worst pickup line I've ever heard'.
"You have very European feet"? Really? This is the best you've got?
She was about as impressed with the guy as I was with his creativity, but at the same time she considers herself - not just her feet - 100% European, specifically Scandinavian, more specifically Danish.
...And don't get her started about crappy Canadian food.
But I digress. We were talking about her feet.
...It is true that my wife does have very unique feet.
Long, thin...Well, let's just call them - uniquely shaped.
Finding shoes is an event that has to be marked by phoning everyone
who might care, and some who probably don't - but love her enough to
play along.
i.e.
Husband of Example Friend - "Honey! Phone! Come quick!"
Example Friend - "Who is it?"
Husband of Example Friend - "It's Janne. Apparently, she's found shoes that fit."
While the twins (Tinks, for the converted) were spending their month in Neonatal Intensive Care at St. Joseph's - after having been transferred from their birthplace, McMaster - we began to notice a particular growth spurt in Morgan that really - well - stood out.
Simply put, Morgan's got Mommy's feet - or at least there's every indication that she will indeed someday be wearing sandals while in a bar somewhere, and some complete doofus will walk up to her and say, "You've got very European feet."
...At which point, I'm hoping she will have previously read this post,
and will laugh uproariously in his face.
(I have a strong feeling that Morgan will do many things in an uproarious way.)
When she was only five pounds, still in NICU, they looked like this:
What's more impressive now, however, is not necessarily what they look like, as she approaches a tender six months of age, but how she feels about them.
They are currently her focus, her source of joy, her passion.
She simply can't get enough of her own feet, and these days is most often seen having shaped herself into a little circle while grabbing both of them. If she's not grabbing them, it's only because she's in a position where she can't reach them; and when that's the case, she simply stares at them.
The girl loves her feet!
If you were to take her feet out of her sleeper on the change table, it would be all you could do to push her hands away from her feet in order to get her soiled diaper off, and a fresh one on. As soon as she has access to her bare feet, bombs could be dropping, it wouldn't matter. It's all about the feet.
Little Morgan Elizabeth has her first love interest, and it's her feet.
Liam, by the way? ...isn't really into his feet at all.
His thing might be other people's heads, as indicated here:
