He is in love. With the remote control.
It is a forbidden love. He is not allowed to touch it...which just makes his infatuation all the more fierce. No matter how many other fun, shiny rattles & plush, crinkly stuffed animals I offer him, he has eyes only for the remote control.
"I want THAT one..." his starring eyes command.
You can drool on my face, on the carpet & even on the dog. But you cannot drool on a battery operated remote. Mummy needs her Foxtel.
And get your eyes off my mobile phone too!
I am also amazed how babies find the "Tag" on all clothes, bibs & toys....little fingers sourcing the shiny, smooth tag to be sucked & stroked. Over & over again. Some of Cooper's favourite toys are based solely on how many tags they have. This picture shows him holding a stuffed Caterpillar which has 18 fun fuzzy feet to fondle...but he's gone straight for the tag. Anyone else notice this?