His thumb.
Worst picture ever, but it's very hard to get in there when he has his fist jammed in his face. He actually had the index finger hook-over-the-nose right before I snapped this but he moves fast.
And two, his face.
He's looking in the mirror of his playmat and he, too, thinks he has the sweetest faccia in the world. He spent almost 15 minutes admiring his little self. The thought bubble over his head: "Seriously? Are those cheeks all mine? And those chins? Wow. I'm a TANK! And no wonder Mom keeps cooing about how gorgeous and handsome I am. I really am, huh? Look at those eyes. Look at that drool. Aaaah."
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