We love afternoon playtime. I am out of focus, but that is ok. Later in the evening he got in trouble for hitting and it was one of the first times he seemed to really understand that he did something naughty. He stared at us with the poutiest face of all time and would not come to either of us for a hug. Just stood there. Pouting. For at least a full minute. It was the saddest little face. I wish I had a picture, but I was too busy trying to cover up my laughter. Mom of the year right here.