Stickin'

Here is a common conversation we have with Caleb on an almost daily basis:

Caleb: What are you doing, Caleb, Mommy?
Me: What are you doing, Caleb?
Caleb: Are you stickin' your _____ in the _____?
Me: Caleb, are you stickin' your _____ in the _____?

That's right, he prompts me to ask him what he is doing, then insists that I repeat back to him the question asking him what he is stickin'. Fill in the first blank with finger, hand, foot, or some other body part. Fill the second blank with any household object. For whatever reason, stickin' stuff in various places seems to fascinate Caleb.

This morning he stuck his hands through the bars of the crib (which we never took down after our friends and their baby visited us a couple months ago) and prompted me to ask him if he was stickin' his wrists in the crib. The other day during dinner he touched his toe to the table and prompted us to ask him if he was stickin' his foot in the table. He always sports a proud grin whenever he sticks something somewhere.

"Stickin'" is just another quirky phenomenon that occurs all the time in our house, and I felt it deserved a written record before Caleb stops doing it and we forget that he ever did.