Chobor, chobor, chobor, chobor

I got woken up the other night by this weird sound.

Chobor, chobor, chobor, chobor.

What was that noise?

Chobor, chobor, chobor, chobor.

I suddenly realised it was coming from the crib. I switched on the light to have a look, and this is what I saw:

No wonder he doesn’t drink his milk – he’s too busy slurping on his own hands! Obviously much tastier.