Ode to my Pigeon Toes

I'm pigeon toed. I got it from my dad. He was so pigeon toed when he was little that Grandma Hall had to take him to the doctor and he had to wear steel boots (even to bed) for like a year or something. Granted, this is coming from his memory, and he was probably 4 or so, so take that into consideration, but I have seen a picture of him wearing the boots, so it actually did happen. :) Anyway... I got a lot of things from my dad. He and I have the same mole on our neck, the same mole on our middle toe (though, for some reason, mine jumped to the opposite foot... weird), the same cowlicks, the same hair thickness, his youthful appearance, and his pigeon toes. Mine isn't quite as bad. When I was a wee little one (yeah, yeah, insert short jokes here), the doctor told my mom just to have me sit cross legged (we used to call it Indian style?) and that would make it go away. My mom figured that was a hassle to try to make a 2 year old sit a certain way (plus Amber had just made her arrival), so that never happened. The result is that, to this day, I am pigeon toed. It's not super noticeable, but I do walk with my feet slightly turned in. And when I'm at rest with my feet propped, they get really skiddy-whompus. It caused me to play soccer weird in high school - you're supposed to kick with the inside of your foot, but I don't turn that way, so I was an outside kicker. My coach liked to make fun of me. My students used to tease me about it too, but hey, I worked at a junior high, and if that was the only thing I was getting teased about, well then, bring it on, kiddies! Let's take a look at those pigeon feet of mine. Oh, if you hate feet, click away now. :)

This is how I stand normally. See how we're a bit turned in here? Let's just say it made the Jill Searle School of Dance moves really hard some days, but normally, doesn't cause me any problems.

This is what my feet do on their own when I'm watching TV with my feet propped on the ottoman. It's almost like crossing your arms, but feet style. 

 If I sleep on my back (which I rarely do - I'm a fetal sleeper), my feet go so pigeon toed as to sit with the insides completely touching the bed. Looking at it from this angle, I look like I've broken both my legs. Gross. But I'm tellin' ya, that's just what happens. I tried to sleep with my feet poking up (you know, like a normal person) and it hurt. A lot. I guess I'll just keep sleeping like a weirdo here.

Alright, now that you're totally grossed out... are any of you pigeon toed? Hall cousins - I especially wanna hear from you. Am I the only one who got the freak jean? None of my siblings did (well... Ryan claims he did, but I'm not seein' it)! Also... I know I could look this part up, and I'm sure I will, but off the top of your head, does anyone even know why they call this weird foot thing being pigeon toed?