Keep your hands to yourself.

Tonight at the dinner table, I was sitting between my two boys as I always do & at one point, Porter turned to me & asked me to hold his hand. I willingly accepted, only much to my surprise, when I grabbed his chubby little soft hand, he yelled, "Mama, keep your hands to yourself!" I'm guessing this is a daycare table rule that suddenly made the leap from Anne's table to ours. None the less, it put a smile on my face.