Miles has discovered a fun new toy.
What's more, he's discovered that everyone has one.
He loves to crawl up in my lap and stick his tongue out at me. Of course, that's my cue to stick my tongue back out at him. We go back and forth, sticking out our tongues at one another until, finally, I decide to mess with my kid.
So, I roll my tongue. And he just stares. And tries to copy it.
And for twenty minutes, we laugh like idiots over our wonderful tongues. And I wouldn't trade it for the world.