Toes are wondrous, magical things. Yesterday morning, Amy and Evan put Hello Kitty bandaids on their toes and hopped around the house saying “Ow!” My toe claims responsibility for that display of toe worship. Last night, while watching television in our fairly soundproof, windowless, basement bedroom, my toe starting throbbing in a most unusual way and I announced “The rain is coming.” Within five minutes, we heard the sounds of rain against the side of the house. My toe is now a barometer that can accurately forecast precipitation. Toes can even solve crimes. All hail the toes!