I don’t even know where he found the box of animal crackers he’s been following me around the house waving.
He seems to have decided that just shouting at a box of cookies will eventually make it leap out of the cupboard for him.
He waddled into the livingroom this morning holding an empty juice carton to the side of his head whilst having a very animated telephone conversation on it.
He definitely considered the hour it took to remove every sticker from its sheet and attach it to his belly as time well spent.
The speed at which he can turn a pad of post-it notes into confetti is spectacular.