Bebe keeps spitting out her pacifier, which drives Koala nuts.
He picks it up and puts it back in. She spits it out.
He runs across the room to his toys.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Tools,” he responds.
He runs back over with his little blue hammer, and holds it up to Bebe’s face.
At the very least, I credit him with Rosh Gadol.