Let's see... what else? Oh, Jack is investigating his, uh, carry-on luggage capabilities. So we let him string beads on pipe cleaners and shoelaces to improve those motor skill things. The beads are, as it happens, about one nostril wide. He started fussing a bit during the bead stringing exercise one night last week. No one saw anything. We asked him straight out if he had shoved one, y'know, up north somewhere. He denied everything. We looked (trust, but verify) but could see nothing.
And I kid you not, one day last weekend I hear "I HEAW THE TWAIN A TUMMIN', IT'S WOLLIN' WOUND THE BEND..." and he proceeds to belt out, strumming his guitar, a medley of Folsom Prison Blues, Long Black Veil, and Oasis/Ryan Adam's Wonderwall.
I believe they call that "musical versatility."