He lives in hope

Given the opportunity, Jakob seems willing to latch onto nearly anything. More than once he tried his Nan's hand, and once he didn't care to wait for me to, ahem, prepare for his meal and so he ended up with a mouthful of flannel pyjama.

More recently, he's discovered my nose. Despite my reassurances that he did not want whatever he could suck out of it, he was pretty insistent.

And if you see a hickey on my wrist, well, you can guess who is responsible for it.