They are there. They are small, in comparison to Daddy's, but they are there. I want to use them so much, but every time I tell my brain to move them, they simply smack me in the face. They are hands. Glorious hands. I try to grab my binkie, but I end up punching Daddy in the face. I try to hoist myself up, but I get a handful of chest hair. Boy, I sure hope I can get a hang of this. My feet are next.