Ryan is getting more and more curious all the time. As a general rule, if he can get it in his mouth, it must be good. Even his soapy washcloth in the bath is appealing.

"Hey, Dad, what's that thing in front of your face? Will it fit in my mouth?"
"What's Mommy doing up there? Does she have anything I can put in my mouth?"
"So if I sit here and smile, will you give me something I can fit in my mouth?"