My little boy, Whisper, is the only one who will knead bread on a daily basis. If I'm lying in bed, he'll jump up and start kneading my baby blanket. It's the only thing he'll make biscuits on, however, but I believe that's the one object that smells the most like me. His sister, Shadow, kneads every once in a while if she's very much enjoying herself but my orange girl, Callie, has never so much as made one attempt. Could this have something to do with the fact she was taken away from her mom too early?