Henry stared at his son. Two years old, and already talking a mile a minute. In fact, it was impossible to get him to stop. He kneeled down in front of the toddler.

"Shawn, Shawney- who do you love?" The boy grinned toothily, tilting his head to the side.

"Love Gan'ma." He said sweetly, clasping his little hands over his head.

Henry tried again. "Come on Shawn, who do you love?"

Shawn wiggled back and forth, slapping pudgy fingers over his eyes. "Love Gan-pa." He giggled, dropping down on his diapered bottom.

"Last chance kid, who do you love?"

Shawn picked up his blanket, pulling the soft material through his hands until he found the corner. "Love pin'ipple." His grin was absolutely devious. Growling in mock irritation, Henry grabbed up the little boy and walked into the living room. His wife glanced up from her book, smiling as he held out their son.

"Here, you entertain him." Setting the kid in her lap, he was just starting to turn away when his wife made a noise of disgust. He looked back to see Shawn rubbing his palms together before wiping them both over the crown of his head. "What…?"

"He just spit in his hands and wiped it all over himself!" She said in exasperation.

Henry's eyebrows rose as he walked back towards his son, who blew another spray on his palms again. "Shawn… what on earth are you doing?"

The little kid smiled, rubbing his wet fingers over his tuft of dark hair. "Sp't c'eam." He said proudly, finishing up before reaching down to pull at his socks.

Henry just blinked, at a loss. "Did he just say spit cream? That's… gross!"

His wife suddenly laughed, holding the child with one hand while covering her eyes with the other. Henry regarded her bemusedly. "What?"

Still chuckling, she looked up at him. "I think your son just invented his own lotion! He watches me put it on every morning, and always wants some too- but he won't quit pestering for it until I put it away… I guess he just found a solution!"

Henry rubbed his forehead as his son slid from his mother's lap and raced across the floor to scribble in his coloring book. Henry was without words, and only one thought flitted across his mind. My son is nuts.

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Shawn stared across from his father, the forkful of mashed potatoes halfway to his mouth. "What?"

Henry seemed to be fighting a smile. Looking down, he cut off another piece of steak. "Nothing… just thinking."

Shaking his head, Shawn shoved the bite in his mouth, swallowing quickly before speaking. "You know dad, there's times you make me think you're a little nuts."

His father just chuckled.

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The characterizations listed describe my nephew Luke, who is has said or done all these things. (though Luke says 'jerky' instead of 'pineapple'). Yeah, I got to know my adorable nephew over Christmas and I couldn't resist!