With exasperation in his voice, he walked onto their screened porch and muttered, That was a bunch of crap. What am I going to do with him?! Or my dad, for that matter?!
He loves stuffed animals and would take a fleet of them to bed every night if we would let him. He's particularly fond of this yellow duck and an oversized Bambi that he heisted from B's parents' house. And, for the record, he is sitting on the couch without a cushion because I spilled a cup of coffee all over it. Yum.