The First Non-verbal Po-ism

I hooked Po up with a spoon and fork with his dinner this evening so that he'd have his choice of utensil with which to eat his pasta. Immediately after he stuck the fork tine up his nose, I confiscated it.

He was bummed, and gave me the "Aw-uh" thing.

I told him he still had a spoon to use wisely, "and you can't stick that up your nose."

He softly glared at me for a moment, and like a hippo, flared his nostrils.