From the time he was born, George has always loved textures. Anything soft gets taken immediately to his cheek, where it is lovingly rubbed. Usually, George likes to share his soft things and brings them to me to rub against my cheek. His voice goes into a higher range than usual as he exclaims, "Feel it, Mom. It's so soooooft, ahhhhhh!"
Imagine my delight when he decided the dirty socks from last night's hockey practice were today's soft thing.