He adores motorcycles, his ducky blankie, his Sunshine Bear and Liming NaQueen.
He can play sad or tired whenever it suits his needs.
He loves rocket ships, fire trucks, and school busses.
He doesn't want to eat anything. Except treats and soda (which we rarely have). Maybe some crackers.
He makes up amazing stories, complete with sound effects and hand motions.
He has never been a cuddler. I thought that would mean he would be an independent soul, but he's not.
He likes to sing songs and make them up, too.
He's still a baby.
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