This morning the Little Joe spent a good part of the morning lifting up the edge of my top to peak at my belly and have a good ole guffaw. REALLY. He seemed to think it was HIGHLY hilarious. He giggled. He chuckled. He shook with laughter. Methinks perhaps the child is revelling in his handy work...? Then he decided to give it a good poke, with his entire hand - no doubt checking its squish-ability.