On cute things my son has just stopped doing (oh, this is too easy)

Lying there staring fixedly at his hands for whole minutes at a time, clearly thinking:
Look at these things, these… well, I suppose I shall have to get around to thinking of names for things, so let’s call them my ruch… ands, yeah, ruchands, that sounds about right. I can sure wave them around, can’t I? [...]

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