Along with the constant bellybutton poking, picking, and pinching, little kid has developed a new, perhaps even stranger quirk.
Now if he isn't hitching up his shirt to poke the bebo, he is pinching and twisting his own nipples aka nickles. Especially if he's angry, he likes to get a good handful of baby booby and PINCH, sometimes even with both hands. I also catch him mindlessly feeling himself up, a little pull here, a little twist there.
Charming, isn't it?
On an unrelated, but sort of related note, he drank some of that oil air freshener that you put the reeds in the other day while I was on the phone with LK.
And yes, all knowing smartasses, it WAS somewhere I thought he couldn't get it. I have come to discover that there is no such place.
He relocks the fridge lock after he's done perusing the goods. The chairs have to be brought out at the beginning of each meal, so that he can't use them for additional vertical leverage. The only thing that keeps him out of the cleaning supplies is a double knotted shoelace...and he's been studying that knot.
Please tell me by the time he's in college he'll have outgrown grabbing boobies, destroying property, and breaking into shit...
Oh no. This might be something I should worry about.