Wee Mannie

The Bun is showing sure signs of boyhood. A greater tendency to lead with his forehead in falls means he often bears yellowing bruises there, rather than Pumpkinpie's bruised and scraped knees. His enthusiasm for food, particularly for proteins, is astonishing. His growth is ridiculous - he is now in 2T PJs, at a mere 16 months, and while Pumpkinpie filled those same PJs in a long and lean fashion, The Bun is solid, sturdy, and thick-chested.

And then there's this:

Some nights, The Bun starts his sleeping in that classic toddler pose, butt pushed up in the air, knees drawn up to round belly. But where Pumpkinpie would sleep that way with hands splayed out by her shoulders, The Bun will fill them full of clumps of flannel and shove them firmly down between his legs.

Now the kid is wearing a diaper, I really don't think it's about sensation. I really think it's just some strange, instinctual, male brain-stem-level compulsion to put their hands in their crotches.