Zane loves his hand-me-down Elmo slippers (Thanks, Julian!). He even insists on putting them on over his footie pajamas. He's also become obsessed with fiddling with his bellybutton. When I strap him into his carseat, he digs around under the straps to find it. When I get him up in the morning and change his diaper he needs the PJ's zipper left down around his bellybutton for access or he'll throw a fit. Fortunately, this all makes me laugh...
Zane, where's your bellybutton?
Zane, can you touch your brain?