We went to the zoo the other day with some other moms and babies (uh, a few years ago I would have never imagined I'd be the type of person going on play-date outings.)
Whenever Brock meets another baby, he is delighted. He goes crazy touching and grabbing. Poor Maya felt a little accosted, I think.
Then the next day, he met another baby girl and Mark says at first they were happy to meet and touched hands and stuff, but then Brock again got a little aggressive and made her cry.
Folks, lock up your daughters.