New parents always gush about their kids, but Proud Papa Hunter took the cake yesterday at 7th and Montana. "Look at 'Baby B's' feet," he said, hoisting them in the air, "His toes are so expressive!" "Talking toes?," I asked skeptically, "How exactly do they communicate?" If Baby B's toes were talking, I thought, it must have been on a frequency so high that only dogs could hear it. And then, as if on cue, Reggie, the Polish Lowland Sheepdog, ran right up to Baby B and started licking his feet. I guess Hunter should count himself lucky that his son communicates with his feet. At least he wasn't talking out of his ass ...!