This is a discussion that ensued at our house this evening as we were making dinner.
My son started basketball practice yesterday and his feet are sore. So I told him he should ice his little tootsies (which is actually ironic because his feet are gigantic). He seemed confused.
I said, "Tootsies are feet." As if nobody knows that.
He said, "No, tooties are toes." I was incredulous.
I said, "No, piddies are toes. Tootsies are feet."
He said, "You're wrong." I am never wrong. At least I don't like to be, and I fight like crazy to prove that I'm right. I knew I was right in this instance.
However, being a democratic household, we took a poll. Everyone else in the family agreed that tootsies are toes and piddies are feet.
Of course I knew they were all insanely incorrect and because I absolutely hate to be wrong, especially when I am convinced beyond a doubt that I am, in fact, right, I set out to prove myself.
I immediately looked up "tootsies" on the online dictionary, where I was proven right. Tootsies are, indeed feet. Not being satisfied with one source of correctness, I had to corroborate my correctness with another source. I found another dictionary which also proved that tootsies are feet.
Proving piddies are toes was a little more difficult, but I was able to do that as well.
I then marched triumphantly into the room where the rest of my family had completely dismissed the conversation and moved on to something much more important, like playing retro games on the old Sega machine that my hubby dug out of the storage room.
I said, "I was right. Tootsies are feet and piddies are toes."
Everyone else said, "No they're not."
My family obviously has no respect for truth, and much more respect for the democratic process.