Yesterday Ike earned a timeout, during which he sobbed and sobbed. When I came to release him from timeout, he mournfully cried," Mom, my heart is dead!"
I guess his sister must have passed on some of her DNA for drama. :)
Today I caught him sticking a finger up his nose.
Me: "Don't pick your nose, silly guy!Eww!"
Ike: "Me only pick my nose in California."