You are normally such a happy guy. You love people, you love kids, you love to be social, to smile, flirt, sing. You love to smile. You love to talk. You are a very happy little guy.
But sometimes....
I get a small look at what you are going to be like as a teenager. You get this streak of independence and look at me like I am just not with it.
Like this...
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