Young Old teaching Auntie Ren how to read Dr. Seuss via grunts, farts, and burps.
My little man absolutely L-O-V-E-S this bubble machine, often occupying his usually 5-second attention span for up to an hour at a time, the cheeeezy synthetic music likely turning his brain to a mushy gruel. Daddy's gotta take a shower sometimes, though.
I know it's cute and all, but I've got to have a talk with Young Old sooner than later about that fist clutch. In a fight, that thumb will straight break, son.
Young Old the Politico, attentively listening to the election night results.
Here's a sight commonly seen, as any of his visitors can attest to. It doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest...
...however, the burp rags just don't cut it anymore for soaking up his stomach contents, forcing us to take more drastic measures:
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