His little fettish.

George likes his bottle (sippy cup, but I call it a bottle). He will keep that thing in his mouth while he walks around playing, dancing, chasing the dogs, laying down, watching tv, climbing the stairs (with my supervision), going to the car, walking into school - just about anywhere we let him have it.

If it is empty, we take it away of course. But there is one thing that George will drop his bottle for without a second's hesitation. Can you guess what it is?

Not food.

Not a blanket.

Not a favorite stuffed animal.

Not his mommy.

Not his daddy.

Not Lindsey.

Not his brother.

Not his sister.

Not the dogs.

Not a toy.

Just . . . a toothbrush.