So Payne has discovered pockets, which he calls "got its".
He looooves to shove stuff in them now, particularly contraband, like MY keys. He obsesses over arranging the keys with just my car key in his "got it" and the rest of the keys dangling out. This is precisely how I carry mine.
A charming detail of this discovery, is that he has to pull his shirt up past nipple level to find his pants pockets, which he did over and over again in church last week. heh heh.
Payne vogueing with his stylin' vest "got its".
He calls it his "bess". We like to call it his Macgruber vest.
Even I don't understand our family sense of humour, at times.