Shamus is just trying to figure out if that fist is his hand or not. It is really funny watching him when he visually locks on to something and tries to figure it out, like his feet when he is being changed.
No grampa's or grandma's or aunts or uncles around here for the little guy so Geoff needs to stop by and regale him with tales of awe and wonder. Being methanol fueled I should be able to get ten stories to the gallon from him at least...and at the end they can both lay on floor staring at their hands.
Sean