With the Tad. He's hilarious. Just when I think he can't get cuter or more fun, he does. I just want to keep him this age.
For now he's mellow and sitting on the couch with me. But he's been playing with a box all morning. Yeah, a box. His "pets" are in it now (Wall-E and Eve). They're poisonous. And can only be touched with drumsticks. It's also the same box he fell asleep in last night. No, I didn't make him. He wanted to get in there with his blanket. And five minutes later, he's out.
If he gets cuter than this, I might die.
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