Jacob smashed his bottom lip on the coffee table tonight, blood and everything. So Willem is trying to get him to pooch out his lip a little, so he can do a tooth-count and whatnot. Jacob is wailing away and burrowing his face into my shoulder, until I said, "Jacob, can you show Daddy skeptical?"
And the little head pops up and he gives Willem his skeptical face, which involves lowered eyebrows and a pouty lip. Mission accomplished! We were amused. And glad to know that he wasn't *that* hurt.
