Did I tell y’all JR can ask for help?

“Help.” This little plaintive, mildly concerned voice is what I hear, asking me for help.

His hand is stuck inside my nalgene water bottle.

I rescue his hand, trying so hard not to laugh. He says “day-koo” (thank you), and toddles off.

Oh. And he also asks for help getting into things he’s not supposed to touch. That’s priceless.