In France, they call the game of foosball, "baby foot" (exactly like that, with no additional translation as "pied de bébé" which would be an ACTUAL baby's foot).
Yesterday while we were crossing Place de Clichy (we ought to get Medals of Valor for that alone, as it's completely insane with 8 streets feeding into it, and dozens of city and tourist buses everywhere), Le Garçon spotted this sweet little toddler shoe, that someone had found and thoughtfully stuck on top of one of those protective iron posts at the crosswalk... probably hoping the mother might cross this way again and find her child's missing chaussure.
My first thought was "Hey, baby foot"!
See? I can even joke in French now. :)