My fifth toe

Luka and I were headed to Target the other day and she was talking non-stop (as usual!) I hate to admit it, but I was just barely listening to her. I've never heard anyone talk as much as she does and I just wonder where she gets it! Anyway, I was lost in my own thoughts as she just chatted up a storm. Until I heard this line..."I have a beautiful nail on my fifth toe." Immediately I was tuned in to her incessant conversation, wondering what in the world she was referring to. You have to understand that Luka is a girly girl. She likes her hands to be clean, not sticky. Her favorite color is pink and if something sparkles, well that's just a beautiful thing! Long nails are a beautiful thing in her world. Obviously, one of her toenails was pleasing to her and looked beautiful in her "flippies", as she calls her sandals. The "fifth toe" thing was what I found interesting and asked her what that meant. Was that her "big" toe... her "pinky" toe...exactly what did she mean? She proceeded to say that I was ridiculous in guessing that it could be her big toe or her pinky toe. Her big toe was her first toe, then came her second toe, then her third toe, then her FIFTH toe, and lastly her FOURTH toe. She was adamant when I corrected her that I was taught the wrong way and it didn't go in the same orders as numbers do. This made me think about how much importance (as adults) we put on what "place" we're in. We worry about driving the "first place" car, living in the "first place" house, having the "first place" furniture, and all the while, putting what should be "first", "last". My prayer is that we all put God in "first", our sweet hubbies "second", and our adorable chatty kathys "third".