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had her suspended totally on her toes, actually the tops of her toes as they folded under. She had showed no trace of being able to extend her hips in any of her play. The tickle games revealed that she was, however, intact in her sensation over all these areas and the peekaboo games gave away her position sense, her knowledge of where her legs were in space without looking. That's how the game was played. Several minutes later, doctor Macaluso entered in great dignity with a borrowed lab coat - he actually didn't even own one - strutting across the room, "Libby, open your mouth. Let me see your tonsils." She opened so wide you could have climbed in, "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, I see, hmmm, yes, I see, I see," frowning and turning toward the parents, pointing at arms length in a firm manner at her face, "This child has a tongue." "Doctor Macaluso?" "Yes?" "They said you were crazy. They weren't kidding." "And don't forget it." "But what's the deal here?" Dad was exasperated yet encouraged by the palpably upbeat feeling that the doctor was emanating, "It's good? Huh? Good. Right?" "You bet. This little pumpkin will not only walk, but walk well.." Mother bolted to her feet. Father's arms went apart. His torso jerked back as if hit with a medicine ball. "But,.." dad began to babble, "you didn't" making hand gestures, "examine, ...turn her foot...You didn't examine her!" "You saw it yourself! I did. Look in her mouth. A tongue!" "Please!"