Where does he get these things?

So this afternoon Baby Zog and I were sitting on the playroom floor building a house (as we do EVERY afternoon these days.)

Well then, I got a tickle in my throat and began to cough. Baby Zog walked over to me, patted me on the back a couple times and looked down into my face and said,"Everything okay here?" like a cop checking in a a domestic dispute.

Oh, he is so precious and so funny. Where on earth does he get this stuff?

Sorry for the "puffy eye" pic. It's the only one I have from recent days. His eye looks much better now. The cut is healing quickly and the swelling is gone. We're down to just a deep, dark purple bruise across his eyelid.