"Baby"
George knows himself as "Baby". If he sees reflections of himself in the mirror, he always says "Baby!". I didn't realize this would cause as much amusement as it did tonight.
I have some of my childhood toys that I've carted around from house to house, and I'm excited to share them with George. We've put my old doll cradle in his room, along with two of my Cabbage Patch Kids (a boy and girl). George was playing with the boy doll and I told him to "Put the baby in the cradle". He immediately dropped the doll, went over to the cradle, yanked the girl doll out of the cradle and threw her on the floor, and then proceeded to climb into it himself!
He must have decided there was too much stuff in the cradle with him, so he climbed back out, emptied it out of bedding, and then climbed back in again.
My mom likes to tell a story of me and the cradle when I was just a little bit older than George is now. We were moving to a new town, and apparently I became quite upset when the movers tried to take my doll cradle away. I threw a tantrum and climbed into the cradle, I guess trying to keep them from moving it. As the story goes, the movers just picked up the cradle, and carried it with me still inside into the moving truck. I had so much fun, I forgot about being upset about the cradle being packed up, and I happily got out and went on with my playing. I imagine that sitting in the cradle, I looked a lot like George does in this last picture.