He's a charming thumb-sucker

That's the sentence that sums up our youngest at the moment. He just started to bust out the grins this week and now prefers his thumb to the paci. We had a window contractor in the house yesterday morning, an authentic New Jerseyan named Sal with a big, black moustache. Lincoln couldn't stop laughing at the guy. It was actually disruptive. I'm trying to listen and hear what sort of U and R-rating the windows have and Lincoln is doing everything short of pointing at the guy and saying, "You look FUNNY!"