It's no use, he ain't talkin'. And he also ain't got a fully developed idea of object permanence.
This child has more coolness is his name than I have in my whole body.
This picture will really tie the room together.
This is probably going to end poorly.
Hey, this was supposed to have pickles on it.
Always the last place you think of looking.
And here's my pride and joy. The one to the upper right of the baby.
Don't make me fussy. You wouldn't like me when I'm fussy.
The baby's out of batteries again.
Good thing we just replaced these brake pads. That thing came out of nowhere.
I lost so many quarters trying to adopt my child.
Or maybe it's a monster thinking of a baby. I have no idea what's going on here.
Pure sadness, stuffed in a bunny suit, stuffed in a swing.