Confessions of a grandmother...
When my granddaughter was just learning to walk and talk, she would crouch down and turn her head to look and garble at us [she usually had stringy hair because she would put cheese, egg, butter...you name it in her hair],and she would always take her clothes off and leave just her diaper on...if she didn't look just like Gollum!....we called her our little smeagoll!
She is my *bean sprout*....now....
I am training her to become a princess....and then send her home with mama...Gotta love paybacks!