Doh, de doh. Just going up and down these steps, thanks. Wearing my little boots, and my handsome corduroy shirt. Isn't it nice that they have cutouts for my hands so I can practice steps?
This toy lets me move the handle along this wavy line. It's weird. I'm not sure why it's fun, but it is.
Above, me looking super-handsome. Don't you agree? I'm especially becoming in this half-twilight.
Not sure about this slide. The Dad's there to catch me, but it looks kinda steep. Maybe I should just step back and forth for a while, teasing him to make sure he's really paying attention.
Darn! Now he's making me do pull-ups on these bars. He says I need to build up my endurance for when I'm being passed around for kisses from Megan's relatives. I don't see why I need muscles for that - it's just a bunch of girls, right? I mean, I love girls. And The Mom says there'll be Indian food, so I don't see the downside. But still. Being pumped up is probably a good thing. I don't want people in LA to think I'm soft.
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He really is a beautiful child!
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