It turns out he’s as talkative as his brother and his mommy. He followed me around the grocery store, talking my ear off.
Workbook, games, playing with Mommy HAS to come before cartoons.
The kid is a social eater.
He hates sandles and wants to be barefoot, but he loves his tennis shoes.
He loves to sing and mumbles when he doesn’t know the words.
And of course, it’s hard to deny those big brown eyes and sparkling smile.