Of course he is the master at milking the boo boos for sympathy. Like when he decided to introduce his face to the pavement and my dad's brothers house. Did look like it hurt but he was fine. Mr. GQ even graced us with a photo. Of course he had to wear his "Born to be Cute" shirt. Wait until he grows out of it. Then it's my turn--hee hee.
Well time for a nap. Guess I'll share my daddy with him even though I was there first.



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