A couple of things, quickly:

1)  Graham likes to pretend he is a baby turtle and that Jen or I are the mama or mom turtle (respectively). This game involves him hanging out on the bed with a pillow on his back (a shell, naturally). This is only irritating when he wakes up in the middle of the night wanting the shell to be re-applied. 

2) Graham likes to run away from me in public places, especially if I am saddled with the stroller or a grocery cart. He cackles as he does this. It makes me really, really mad. 

3) Graham and I are making a big effort to spend more time in the city together. We take the T and go to the park, the library, the grocery store, whatever. It's a great way to kill a morning. 

4) Graham likes to pretend to be a singer. After Michael Jackson died, I bought a few old Jackson 5 songs I had always loved. They are now his favorites, especially "Dancing Machine." He pretends something is a microphone, stands on the table by the speaker, and shakes it. He has so far refused to do this for the camera, but we will get footage, I promise.