Webbed Toes

One of the first things Mark checked on our kids seconds after they were born were (was?) their toes.
My second and third toes are webbed. Not in an ugly, gross, disfiguring way, but, in a sweet, endearing, slightly attached way. (Uh, we disagreed on this. And consequently had one or two conversations about my toes.)

So when I read this post about this product, (below) I smiled: