So, I have a new babysitting gig. Two days a week, the kidlets and I hie ourselves to Jessica and Adrian’s house to hang with their little girls for the day.

As a side note, Microsoft Word doesn’t recognize “hie.” To what is this world coming?

Anyway, some small portion of my babysitting days is devoted to keeping Liam from gouging Baby Lindsay’s eyes out. She is still relatively immobile, and can only lie there helplessly as his little hands edge nearer. The two babies do have their cute moments together (sometimes they link hands briefly before he starts trying to figure out if her face is attached). Fortunately, familiarity seems to be breeding somewhat less eye-gouging.

Yesterday, Liam outdid himself on the cuteness-not-gouging scale. He crawled up to Lindsay—I sprang into intervention-preparedness mode—he sat quietly by her knees. His face assumed a certain impishness. Then he very carefully pulled up her shirt, leaned forward, and stuck his finger in her belly button.

I burst out laughing. He looked up at me, grinned, and then did it again.

Of course, when I went for the camera, he came crawling toward me, so you’ll just have to take my word for it: There was cuteness.