We're still working daily on what is what and what goes where with Georgia. Gosh, being a wee one must be exhausting. I can't imagine not knowing what any of my body parts are called or where a "shoe" goes or in Georgia's most recent case, where a "sock" goes.
Apparently, she thinks a sock (in this case my sock) goes in her mouth.
And apparently, it is never supposed to leave her mouth... ever.
And it's a lot of fun to swing side to side like an elephant's trunk or something.
Don't let this innocent look fool you. If I could only begin to describe the tantrum when I finally had to take the sock from Georgia.