We have this red, silicone oven mitt that Henry loves to play with. Whenever I take it out, he squeals until I let him wear it. It kind of looks like a lobster claw.
He was standing in the hallway next to the oven this evening wearing the claw. I opened the oven door to get out the dinner and he took the glove off and handed it to me. I can't believe that he knew I needed it right then. Is that weird that he knows what it does and that I was taking something hot from the oven?