Socks. He has a tendency to rip one of them off, just one, and shove it in his mouth. Then he'll crawl around with one sock on his feet and the other in his mouth.
Picking up stuff. Just to clarify, that is 'other people' picking up stuff that he has thrown to the ground from his high chair.
Handfuls of hair. Usually his sisters, which elicits panicked screams, but anything arm's length away works.
Big Sister. He finds her endlessly fascinating.
Strings. The kind that hang down from hoodie sweatshirts. They probably taste like socks.
Anything off-limits. If the bathroom door is open, it's safe to say that's the first place he's headed.
Dancing. The boy can move.
Balls. He can easily be distracted or redirected if he sees a ball thrown up in the air a few times.
Ground Puffs. These are the corn puffs that he throws on the kitchen floor, only to find later. It just always tastes better if it was found on the ground.
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