Payne’s favorite part of church is shaking hands with all of his neighbors.
He never misses a soul, and will tap on someone’s back if they don’t see him (or perhaps are avoiding eye contact so they don’t have to shake the hand of the boy they saw peeling dried gum off of the linoleum).
He brought it to a whole new level on Sunday though.
He shook my hand, stood back, pointed at me with both fingers, gave me what can only be described as a rakish grin, and clicked his tongue at me.
Um.
I just.
I have no idea where he learned that.
Dan suggested we teach him to pair it with “Heyyyy!” since he already has the posture down.
Egocentricity at its Finest 