Living with an infant on the verge of toddler-hood has been quite entertaining. Donny's a bit of a ham and loves to fake laugh and tell long stories in gibberish. Sometimes I interpret them for him.
He didn't enjoy his bath last week. At all. I didn't know such sounds could come from a child. He sounded like a cat hissing in an alley fight, crossed with a near-demonic penguin chirp. Is it bad that I was laughing hysterically?
I randomly ran into Donny with his babysitter downtown Vancouver at Starbucks. He gave me his best cheesy grin. (In answer to questions regarding Cheesy on the Outside, I believe he may be cheesy on the inside as well.)