Tag you're it
I've never had a tag baby and the way his chubby little fingers rub that little tag to a nub just makes me weak in the knees. He'll lick it, suck it, tickle his cheek with it and frantically search for it while borderline hyperventilating. Who knew a square inch of immitation silk could bring such comfort? You may be going through a naughty streak, you may pierce my eardrums with your screams and your latest hobby of table dancing may be giving me a heart attack, but boy do you look cute the way you work that tag.