Andrew and I were walking through the hallways at church when we, like high school kids, grabbed hands and swung them as we walked. He squeezed my hand really hard. I laughed and proceeded to tell him that it hurt and he should stop. Then he smiles at me, lifts our hands up, pretends to hold a cup under our hands and says, "Hand juice". Then he pretended to drink the cup...of hand juice...and I think that was funny!