After I arrived I sat down on the floor and just watched him interacting with his dad and a few of the toys scattered around the room. Of course, he was interested in me--the newcomer--so I had his attention for a few seconds. Rummaging in my eval bag I found little crayon nubs and started fiddling with them in my palms. For some reason he found this intriguing and walked over to me, with his bottle firmly stationed in his mouth. After he crouched down he began pushing on his toy trucks with his feet. I noticed that his feet were the closest thing to me so, for some reason, I put a crayon nub between his toes, just enough to stay put for a few seconds. Don't ask me why.
I'll try to remember, toes have feelings, too.