Something you may not know about small, and I mean really small, babies is that they got jokes.
Yes.
At two and a half, three months old, baby got jokes.
The jokes are only on one subject (milk), but babies got ‘em!
My first baby flopped himself into my lap, looked me in the eyes, and pretended to bite the bottle I was pumping into. Then he grinned at me. I have photo evidence of this.
My second likes to open her mouth in an exaggerated nursing expression, bonk it onto her personal milk bar, and then pull back, looked me in the eyes, and grin.
This is the pinnacle of humor for babies, and while the humor is perhaps a bit mild for grownups, it’s really cool to see how early the “pretend to do something, get reaction, laugh about it” skill comes online!
