Swing and a miss!
Strike two.
Almost... got... it....
Aww, half point!He finally did get it... and my camera battery died.
Now at 2 am we're woken up not by the sound of guttural grunting rapidly escalating into starving crying, but rather by the sound of slurping. (...followed after a while by starving crying if we don't wake up soon enough) I can't wait until he discovers his toes -- that's always a fun stage too!
I'm sure Mr. Pickles would want me to point out that he's using his LEFT hand. Perhaps Mr. Pickles finally has an ally in the fight against discrimination by the oppressive right-handed patriarchy.
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