Not to be confused with boy.
'Cause it happens. Matter of fact, mom why don't you just put this shirt on me everywhere we go?
And since I turned 9 months old, my mom is taking pictures of, like, everything I do.
Like my first Cafe Rio Noshing.
And it was good 'n stuff, but man you ladies make a big deal out if it.
But as I was saying, she takes a lot of pictures. Like when I sit on my toys (what is the problem?).
Or of my hair.
And yes, mom, I know. You can't believe it's red. You're still trying to figure it all out. Got it.
And she took like a million, trying to get a shot of me sitting in the middle splits.
I don't see what the big deal is.
She puts these annoying, tight things on my head.
But I just pull 'em off.
I love my bro's.
'Cept for when they're being butt munches.
Oh and one more thing:
My mom says this picture melts her ice-cold heart.
my mom is a huge nerd.
Thanks for listening.