Stealing his/her/their Friend/Lover/Caregiver’s oversized sweater and declaring it as theirs
Orlando hummed, "Hey Jonny, have you seen my sweater? I threw it in the wash so I could wear it tonight when we go out to the stray sheep!"
"No idea," Jonny replied, folding laundry, "I didn't find it in the laundry, but you could ask Vincent. He's supposed to be my little helper, but he's the worst."
Orlando hummed, and picked up the boy, who was obviously hiding behind the couch, "I spy with my little eye a Vin-Vin who is a sweater thief."
Vincent giggled, "Dada sweater...is mine!"
"It's yours? But it's my sweater?" Orlando sat with him on the couch and began tickling him, "You're the cutest little thief, ten thousand years of kisses and tickling for you!"
"Nooo!" Vincent squealed.
Even still, Vincent still kept that sweater and to this day, it was one of those scent-coated items any little had in their closet to remind them of their caregiver.