Sticky

Tonight Keith and I had the pleasure, nay the sheer joy, of watching Owen play with a sticker. It was on the bottom of one of his toy baskets, so for awhile we watched him try to pry the sticker from the wood. Then - and there is no way I can possibly describe the adorable hilarity of what ensued - Owen succeeded in pulling the sticker from the basket, but being the first time he'd encountered a sticker before, this new object was entirely perplexing. He would pull it off one hand, only to find it stuck to the other hand. He would pull it off that hand, only to find it stuck, again, on the first hand. He would put it on his foot, shake his foot, and then try to get the sticker off his foot and, you guessed it, it would stick to his hand again.

To say this translates here poorly in writing is an understatement, and for that I wholly blame my inability to write. But suffice to say Keith and I had TEARS rolling down our faces we were laughing so hard. It's kind of like the first time you give a dog peanut butter, maybe when you're 7 or 8 years old, and you can't stop laughing at how long they lick their mouth and how earnestly they look at you the entire time. You can completely imagine what they're experiencing, and that is what makes it so entertaining. Seeing Owen discover the world is the best, most entertaining thing we can imagine. Especially if that part of the world is sticky.