Every time we go into the 'brooder room' he has to reach in and get one of the jumbo quail babies to play with. This is very aggravating to me, so I tell him to put it back. He does, and scoops up a different one to hold. He lays on the floor with it on his chest, loves it to death, and I'm afraid he is going to 1) kill one; or 2) lose one in the bedroom! Neither would be a good thing, so I have finally told him he is no longer allowed in that room if he can not stop getting them out! Now he says he wishes he was older so he can have his own incubator and get his own baby quail!! Poor little guy!