He's learned the art of the cheesy grin.

I'm not sure how long it will be until I get a regular smile out of him now that he knows how to do this.

It's hard to see what exactly he's doing here, so I'll explain. Brooke sent him a really cute fish book for his birthday. He loves it. I had to hide it behind the chair or risk my tongue falling out from reading it to him so many times in one day. Well, he found it. If you look closely, you can see the cat is under the table as well. (that's the tip of her tail behind his bum) Normally, being that close to the cat and her holding still would *require* that he pull her fur, yank her tail or try to pluck her whiskers out one by one. However, because the book was in such close proximity, the cat was granted a reprieve. My tongue, however, was not. Thanks Brooke.