Andrew is an observant fellow. For the first several weeks he observed fans and lights (and football). Later he observed people, mostly their faces. Towards the end of the first year and continuing to this day, he observed his environment. And by observed his environment, I mean scrutinized with microscopic and unwavering focus, presumably plotting his escape, and never shy to announce ("uh oh") when something wasn't just so.
Observation has now turned to action. Watching to aping. He dips his chip because Grandma dips her chip. (Grandma dips it into salsa; Andew dips it into a bowl of solid avocado, careful to avoid the avocado.) He scrunches his hair in the morning when I scrunch mine. He applies pretend moisturizer (to his neck, but his aim is improving).
But here's my favorite, and I'll say this as delicately as possible. Most feminine products require one to bend down a bit and take some action between the knees. Some feminine products also have a discardable sheet of waxy paper. Against that background, and keeping in mind Andrew's penchant for Dumpster-diving (or just digging through the bathroom garbage can), one easily conjures a delightful image of a 19-month-old boy carefully stooping down to apply a panty liner.
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And then, when they are older, they will mimic your speech patterns, which is not always a good thing to hear coming from such a small person.
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