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Lemee see those tootsies. Here. Off wit the sneaks. Oooooh smelly feet. Gak. Smelly feet," then to the laughter, "No. Just kidding. These are sweet toesies. The fragrance of posies," as quick ankle and toe flipping gestures quickly assessed the lack of suppleness expected of a seven year old girl. Susan pointed at the doctor and accused, in a grand gesture which had a nasal twang, "You stinnk! Ha ha ha. He stinnks monmy. Donctor Macastinko. Ha ha ha." "Susan!" The smile was off the doctor's face, replaced by a quizzical skew of one eye. He gave a quick, unexpected, stroke of the sole of her one foot and then, before she could pull away, the other. As he dangled her back socks to her, "Here put these on. Knock knock." "Who's there?" Susan reflexly answered while getting her feet back in sneakers. "Egg." "Engg who?" "Egg going to keep you here much longer." Mrs. Hallam couldn't repress a neck stretching grimace response to a poor joke as Susan was instructing how knock knock jokes are supposed to be done. The doctor listened very carefully and then just shrugged, "That depends on your belly button." "Huh?" Susan dumbed momentarily as the doctor lifted her shirt and made four lightening quick strokes around her navel, then backed up and shrugged, "Nope. I guess you're right." Susan was whispering, "Monmy. He's weirnd," as the doctor tapped Mrs. Hallam on the back of her shoulder, following her toward the door, "She gags a lot?"