Laughing his big baby belly laugh, Anthony siezes the fingers-within-the-sock and attempts to devour them.

Thankfully, he's unsucessful.

'Dora emerges from the kitchen with a tray, and snorts when she sees her son. "Anthony, you have such a way with the ladies." She sets the tray down on the coffee table. "There's some lovely macaroons there, too. Bernard's quite a whiz with baked goods."