As mentioned many times before in this space, Hank loves his burp rag. While holding a docile Henry on the couch, I felt him grabbing, rustling, and tugging on his dear friend. Fair enough, as he's a busy and committed guy. He has pressing tasks at hand.
Soon after letting him down to roam around the living room, I noticed what he had inadvertently done. The rag was now tucked firmly into his pants, securely present for all of his future travels around the first floor. I'm sure it was an accidental maneuver, but it underscores the point nonetheless. He needs it nearby at all times.
When first purchased, this lawnmower toy barely elicited a yawn from Henry. That has all changed now.