I am currently sporting a nose strip (classy, eh?) and, when Max saw it he squealed and tried to grab it off my face. The boy likes stickers so, when I wouldn't rip it off and give it to him (how gross would that be?!), he ran into my room, found a strip of scrapbooking paper and begged for me to put it on his nose. We are out of stickers and scotch tape, so I gave him popcorn instead.
Speaking of, Max learned the word "eat" the past few weeks.
We spend a lot more time in the kitchen now.
P.S. Andrew, I know how much you love fishy-lipped photographs, so the one above is for you.