The other day Hux was playing with a Popsicle stick, because, well, this kid likes sticks.
Spoons, drumsticks, spatulas, chopsticks, twigs, toothbrushes.
He falls asleep with them in his sticky little hands.
He took a big metal spoon through security at the airport.
(& set off the metal detector...)
So we indulge him, and on this particular day he somehow got this Popsicle stick stuck behind him in his romper & could not find it.
We were in stitches.
He didn't know why we were laughing so hard, but knew he was doing something funny and began to just ham it up hard...