From the moment she was born we've known Samantha has her daddy's feet. Which is good. Because mine are ugly.
But the one thing that drives me nuts about Jer's feet is that they are always fidgeting. We'll be watching a movie and he's clicking the nails, or rubbing them back and forth. And he doesn't even know he's doing it.
You can imagine my excitement when I realized (or felt every time she is eating) that the fidgeting is genetic too:
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